I closed my eyes, With a thought in my mind. Would I have to fight again, With the demon called life? I'll wake up tomorrow with a sigh, Enter the loop, while reasoning my life. I must break the loop and escape, But what lies behind is death. Death, the one who didn't get a life, Became a reaper and defied right. He chose people and took their soul, He has no emotions, heart already has hole. He once was very gentle and kind, Guided the souls every night. But one day he saw a light, And it was none other than life. Seeing her he was mesmerized, Felt a thump in his chest. But as me moved he realised, They were not meant to interact. He approached her nonetheless defying all the contracts. Only for the heart of his to be ripped down in shreds. "Wake up oh boy" I heard a sound, I opened my eyes, yet unable to see. "Are you up for a walk around?" The voice echoed like a spree. "And who you may be?" I opened my eyes, I was in a room, covered in white. "I'm the one who you seek desperately, The one who lives but didn't got a life." "So I'm finally free?" I smiled, He pins me to the wall with his scythe. "Why do you love me when you got life?" He was living but dead were his eyes. "I got life, filled with nothing but hate, Take it away, if you despise being dead." "I'm not dead, neither am I alive, She gave me a job, that's what I'm doing, I don't and never will take anyone's life, I'm here to show them the bright side. Hold my hand and come with me, I will show you what a beauty is she, Demonic on the surface, Angel from inside" I reached for the hand of his, Which was stretched towards me. The grasp of his should be cold, But it was so warm, I didn't want to let go. A gust of wind came to my face, The robe turned white from gray, The scythe was long gone, What remained was petals of a pretty rose. How could someone not be mesmerized, What a beauty she was, pale and white. I then witnessed the two faces of a coin, The dark death while the bright life. Don't be fooled oh child, There never existed something called life. You are born to die, The process of living is just a fancy lie. So enjoy it until it lasts, Since it's a blessing in disguise. And about the story of mine, It has to wait until the next time.