Death and Her Friends

When the seven ages end and the eight one comes, it comes with a dreadful smile sparing not a single one. The journey of life starts with a cry and ends with the same, but what if I tell you life repeats itself over and again. Behind the curtain of life there exists a true world, in the eyes of mankind it is completely blurred I know, one day, death will be under my nose leading me towards my destiny not as a friend but as a foe. I came with bare hands and the same with I go, thinking so high once I stood today I am so low And then I will reach to the start of my life And I will tell everyone that I lived ,not one, but twice.