Where does the noise come from?

Its late,
not even time
for a goodnight kiss.
All around me
docile singers,
enveloped in black smog.
Each trying to reach
any part of a
human body.
To still their
broken hearts.
But always a strange catch.
Humour, love and empathy –
out of reach, always.

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