Hellish

It seems as though we're all at sea, but there are others here like me; our wailing makes a symphony; myself, and others here like me... We all find there will be no end and quickly our minds round the bend, but that won't change our place you see; myself, and others here like me... Where we abide is oft described as hellish; where the stoics cried. But I find it is well expressed as where one may not find the blessed... No escape is known as yet; quite possibly it's for the best, for what would one of us then do? We may take lives from those like you...