How To Taunt An Abyss

I pulled off the road at the scenic overlook
that teetered over the abyss where the Damned were kept.
Hey Damned! I called out,
how’s the abyss treating you?
We cannot say, came the answer,
we are only an echo . . .
how’s the scenic overlook?

Not bad, it’s what the road can afford.
So what’s it like to be damned?
Not bad. What’s it like to be at the scenic overlook?
Like being nothing but a voice falling forever, I said.
How sad, echoed the abyss, sounds lonely.
Lonely, I echoed back.