Barren wasteland filled with corpses
A lost traveler crosses this land
Countless individuals had walked his path
Thousands of miles without life-
Other than the mocking from the crows at the man's futile efforts
For he was not the first they've mocked
For hundred of miles he had walk
For he has no idea how many more will come
For what has been three hours, felt like three lifetimes
For each step was heavier than the last, slowly dragging himself through
For each breath was in fact suffocating himself instead
Slowly running out of hope, about to collapse any second
Suddenly a cool breeze brushes pass...
The man finally collapses,
Looking at the infinite amount of stars in the the night sky
He cried:
"How much longer will this suffering continue?!?!?"
*Silence*
Little did he know, that the stars in the sky are just like him...
Slowly burning out, wondering when their end will be
The man finally relaxed and close his eyes...
For he has given up all hope against himself
Another one has lost against The Unknown.