My Ego Dies At The End
At the end I’ll be dust.
Dust
and flakes
of skin and bone
wrapped in long hair,
teeth chattering
with no voice.
No sense of taste
or smell.
No reason.
At the end
I'll be impenetrable,
anonymous,
figments
of myself
with no self left,
no Id,
no Ego,
Alter ego,
Super ego,
all will die
at my end.
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