Cactus land

Got this secret I must not tell:
I've been to a place called Hell
In that pit, the bottomless deep,
there's nothing to find or to keep.
We search in darkness as the blind,
hoping for something real to find
Embraced by an endless sleep,
we pray that hell us not shall keep.
But we do dream, we dream in hell.
Illusions as real as magic spells
Shapes and forms made of sand
Nothing else in the cactus land.