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