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Suicide of the Ego (Free verse) by Drifting Shadow

Every day of the life you have walked, Has lead you to this step of steps, To step into the abyss, The abyss of nothing. It looks dark in there, It looks light out here, but it is as it is, and it is the same. For the years of fear and pain, Hanging on by your fingernails, Thinking, wanting, trying… To die. When all along you knew you couldn’t. Who would of thought? That now you have seen your worth, Now you have seen your potential, And you have decided to live, That the only way to do that is death, Not for your body, Kill your ego, See nothing, But truly see it. Be nobody, And grow again what did not wither. You fear what you will see, When you step into the abyss. You fear what you will see, When you step out of the abyss. But that fear has been outgrown, By the fear of the world you created.

zodiac 29-May-04/3:01 PM
p.p.p.s: What's with your huge aversion to reading someone else's poems? Have you mistaken this site for some horrific, imaginary blackfog'spoemranker.com?

Well, let me tell you something, mister: even the most rampaging egotist on this site (i.e., horus8) spends a couple of minutes every day looking at, voting, and commenting on other users' poetry. After all, that's what this site is about - though you, who've in your year on poemranker commented on exactly two poems which weren't your own and voted on something like thirty, seemed to have missed that memo.

Or, perhaps, you're simply one of the fifty people who come here each week, post their four-poem limit, read five poems and post useless laudatory comments on the four that are exactly like their own, get bored (because let's face it, poems that are exactly like your own are pretty boring when they're not your own,) and vanish after a few days - leaving some plummy rant about how poemranker's no good for getting honest, constructive criticism and dooming succeeding generations of poemranker users to pick through your soggy aftermath (in the form of periodic randoms) forever. By which I mean, someone who's full to brimming of his own plummy self.

Now, please, hurry out of here again with this 'buddha-like, I've disintegrated my ego' bullshit. You're bound to anyway, and I'm bored to death already by your babble.

black fog: This must mean I won.

zodiac: Whatever gets you off.

black fog: Ha-ha! I'm the winner! Look, everyone! He conceded! I won this stirring intellectual debate! He knew he couldn't face my insinuations of sexual disfunction and subtle arts of manipulation which, like the great Kwai Chang Kane himself, I deploy effortlessly and beguilingly.

Everyone: Bugger the fuck off.

p.p.p.p.s. Who's fooled whom? I'm a chimp trained to approximate human typing.




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