Dying, why not?

Dying, why not?
Dying in the poison,
dying after the day and the light, 
dying in darkness,
looking for the shadow of a new life.

Dying, why not?
Burning hells across the life,
Bloody swords across my heart,
Why not?
Letting the old blood spill 
Into the floor of memories,
Letting my breath rest,
Once and for all,
Letting my heart rest
From his chronicle clockworking. 

The blackest night,
The shiniest one,
Bright as the fire that burns in the sky,
for me, for my sake,
for the dying one,
for the resurrection of an aching soul;
oh fire,
let me burn myself to ashes,
let my body disappear,
let me be as a phoenix,
reborn as a new soul,
same body, new being;
let my wings take flight,
reach the burning moon,
let me be as her,
the darkness’ shine,
let my bloodless body turn into fire,
destruction, 
suffering,
vicious consuming flame,
resurrection;
let me…