Death is playing with its scythe.
It's rejuvenating the skill of kill.
This month, it's looking for its ninth,
Who seems to be taking the happy pill.
Oh! poor chap, you're so unfortunate
To be so young and so lively.
Yet you're lucky you're not desperate
To meet me in person so immediately.
I don't fear you, Death.
What's there to fear in you?
You might be at the zenith,
But the happy pill can never be seized by you.
Sure the happy pill is nothing for the Death,
Who can spice up terror and wraith.
But, the happy pills in this world are
much stronger than the Death's dread.
Beyond the stillness of blackened death, times are changing and,
Nothing will be same ever again.
