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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.

god'swife 31-May-04/2:27 AM
I don't want anything from you with the exception of a well crafted poem. That's why I'm wasting my time here, asshat, for poetry. This is not philosphyranker.com, nor brainwashingranker.com.. It's poemranker.com, get it?

I've been through rape, murder, betrayal, love, hate poverty etc., I've been alive a long time, I'm not afraid of you or your stupid questions, bring it on asshat.

This time you're the fish, I'm the worm.

You speak of the obliteration of the ego, but it's all talk. Words are cheap. In the 3 odd years I've drifted in and out of this hole there has only been one other with an ego bigger than yours. You are a shit poet, that's all I know, and all I care to know about you and your soapbox second hand sophistry.

You remind of one of those assholes who kidnap young people and claim to de-program them for their fucked-up parents, or you could be a precocious 13 yr. old who thinks he already knows everything. Either way, I don't care, because you are a crap poet. This world is full of self-centered people, and it looks to me like you're just one more on the pile.

p.s. I have never been, am not currently, and will never be anyone else but myself, do not be fooled into thinking I might have some other identity, I am genuine. If you read even one of my fucking poems you'd know that, my little pompano.




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