Life in the Maw

Dual nothings.

One per hand.

Our tools.

Our ending.

What are we?

Bound by violence.

More nothings.

Ready to fade.

Purpose?

We have none.

Survival.

Meaningless.

Pain.

Existence.

Profit.

From shame.

Our wish?

An end.

To fight.

To spare.

Each other.

Another day's suffering.

That is all.

We can give.