It ended in our first and it started in our last,

many of us called it our “second chance”,

but there was a catch.

Each day we would become younger than

the day before,the dead would come back to the living,

the young ones would not exist anymore.

The ones who were once dead 

walk with the living,

not knowing what information of the dead they should be giving.

The days seem shorter and our ages younger,

to only wonder what might have happened

to the ones who were once our youngsters.

To cry out of this bewitched phenomenon 

to only suffer again without changing a thing.

Time would become our worst enemy

just to begin a start of our new raging.

History being blinded by our arrogance 

and to change is never good,

to be able to take one glance

of what might be never understood.