entitled... hush

nothing to prove whose fault
nor why did it went through that
never ending discussion and agreement
wrapping up the day on the last tick
emotions run dry purging the thought
of those imbalanced disagreement
and incumbent immense conflict
cutting the life vein on this hand
soothing the ascending misery of faith
groping for remaining blood to drip
as these dried leaves pricks these aged feet
is breathing still worth a seat?
to live and believe desolation to deplete?
conquered a third of life, still damned
seemingly all of the purpose had left
whistling winds emboss life into a rigid rock
as tuned haunting dreams are blown like dried sand
decorated all the past neatly on this lifeless track