Nihilistic eyes show no surprise
They only tell that they despise
Until the Nature to reprise
The void of their very own demise.
I hope we get the new reprise,
This Life returns what slowly dies
It also hates our hopeless cries
Before our very own demise.
When death-bed comes I'll need no guides
But I would like to have that strife
With the reflexion in your eyes,
I'll be reflecting till demise.
I'll be reflected till demise.