If death was an art

I think of death every night, 

If death was an escape 

From this cruel,dying world

I think of death every night, 

If death was stars shining in the sky, 

Moonlight in a dark midnight. 

I think of death every night, 

If death was earthquakes,

Landslides, fire from hell.

I think of death every night, 

If dying would burn my skin into ashes 

But a phoenix raises from it's own ashes. 

I think of death every night, 

If dying would be like an old tree 

Who has shed its leaves on winter 

But waiting for the arrival of summer. 

I think of death every night, 

Like a flower thinks of fading, 

Before it blooms!