here we are
all alone,
each of us
a dry,
   dead
            bone.

NOTHING left
to loVe or haTe
                         a barren wasteland
of empty fate

desperation
and lack of Hope,
futilely climbing
an endless rope.............................................................................................................................

a rope to nowhere
an endless struggle
...
2two thoughts of action
which we must juggle:

Should we continue
and pursue our goal?
Or just return
to our desolate hole?

This, our hole
.                   of many damned souls,
.                   of which we are familiar
.                   and hopelessly stroll
.
.