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