Grey Breath
Pulling at us
Down from underneath
Tugging your eyelids
’til you are no more
Conciousness is naught but a dream
Movement and life farther than it seems
Grey is the only color around
It seeps deep beneath
Invading the ground
It curls deep inside
Bringing silence
Quieting the rebellious mind
Nothing is left but a soft rise and fall
Sleep’s deep voice
Softened in breath
Stilling all
So close to his brother
Side by side
The same yet different
Sleep and Death
One and all
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