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.