My Riches, Found in Death

The mind noise stills,
The heart beats stop,
The life that was, will never again be. 

To die while still alive,
Nothing more painful,
Than to feel all with a will to kill yourself. 

The ego must die, to die,
But self remains, with less,
Yet ever-richer for the losses. 

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