Done and enough

Block my life and stop the watch,
Hold thy ground and keep shut,
Continuasly breathing ,in front lies sand,
Desires and dislikes,all in the same hand.

Not a presence not a bone,
Not a bird,not even a song.
At least one would be enough,
Yet it seems so hard to breath,so tough.

Done I lay and to one shall I never obey,
As a last gift,I am done in what I had to say,
Let beautiful gardens be surrounded by thunder,
As if a circle of rain banished by fire and plundered.

Shall things change through the passage of time
As nature claims it's right to the rebirth line?
Maybe or maybe not,who am I to judge,
The bullet that strikes,the one i chose to dodge?

P.S.:
I am what you all will be!
Done and finally complete in thoughts,
I have chosen from the many and the lots,
It has been done,at last.

Without I am nothing at all,
Yet I'd prefer to be that nothing something,
Then a mortal burnt in trust,
With feelings empty,except lust.

(I'll never replace the ones I first made!
Utterly direct,insert,face and remake,
Destroy,fake and embrace,
Collide,join,evil shall you face!)

Inspiration:
36 crazyfists-destroy the map