To be or not to be
To die or not to die
To love or not to love

These words are the same
As the darkness in one’s heart
For an absolute pain
From the end to the start

Life is a liberty that glows
But only if one is willing to part
With the sweetest light

For darkness maybe repelled
And however hard you fight
May never fully be expelled

There is no light without darkness
And no strength without weakness
Nor the sensitive without the pitiless
Or good without the shitiness
But that is life.
So why die?