Brazen Bull - Dusted Red Lungs

here i lye
dry inside i fight life
myself struggling suffering
exhausted deprived
losing sight
burning up
cant give up now
my soul the pain this canes try
savagely slowly scurrying to exist
hope fades in each harsh sunset
sleep, rise, is this the way that i die
time ticks on will I survive
each breath i choke on the dust in my lung
every step is a mission over and beyond beyond
strain feeling the burn there is nothing left
pain unrelenting fatigue
i push through the plains with a crooked crawl
scratching at the barren earth
scraping up survival
sighted
just another distorted image
a fake hope a unwanted pleasantry
set back the push
becomes the pull
horizons with no end
a platoed view
sparse environment
gripping at the will to live