Ars bene moriendi

And when the happy days end Crows fly by Eating the seeds Sowed in our souls Until there is no more New world rose under my feet I was scared Or so I thought Death looked me straight In the eyes just to wait And so I waited for it With people For whom I was Like a reaper Taking their sanity Now all there is left for me After this Is to come back To the very Start but with you as a part.