Drab Continuum

The earth is a skul

Faded dust

Eyes tired as its age

Life is but a slow decay

Life is but a slow breeze

Drawn from the sighing clouds

Filling lungs to the brim

Drowning them within

We breathe

As fish do breathe within the sea

Oh, drab continuum

Constant carry-on

For a skull is but a crack drawn out long

Abstract as all that's black

Faded dust

Eyes but tired as they are grey

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Afterthoughts from "Decay"

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