All "heroes never die, but simply fade"

Away from life; its hurt, and grief, and pain.

The sorrow, now I feel unbearable,

So riddle this: to be or not to be.

To live or die? I wonder which to choose.

Consider death; the mystery of the end

Brings headaches, more than life itself.

Consider life: its horrors and its perks.

Disaster to the full extent of bad.

But now I see a speck of hope arise

As if from death-like slumber from a grave.

Abeam of light illuminates the path

To heavenly, eternal, after-life.

The choice to be is made, for life is good.