What if dying was never the hardest thing?
We cling to what we have, what we know
Afraid of never finding better
Getting lost in the deceptious lie of comfort
And missing out of life's precious gifts

What if discovering something new
Was better than all the fears we carry
What if we really were mythical creatures
Destined to burn to ashes and be buried
Only to be reborn with beauty
And a new beginning?

While I fall in the flames,
Consuming me to my very core,
I close my eyes and feel the fire
Maybe dying is what I was looking for
A new page, a new chapter and more