On to the Anti-Life

Marble colors swirling round
Inconsistancy is found
Slightly changing colors move
Brown, and gray, and peach and blue

Once together, then apart
Twisting round and back to start
Once again they reappear
Like a cloud inside a sphere

Hazy, gloomy, cannot see
Crystal clear is how it be
Both at once, and neither still
All the space and none to fill

One direction, back again
Over, twisting, keeping trend
Is this pattern just a test?
Oh, dear soul, please give me rest

So I faint, lay on the floor,
Nothing moving, anymore
Everything is gone away
Put my soul to rest this day.