I shoved my ego off a cliff.

Plummeting toward the sea,

it clawed at the wind,

fighting to slow the descent to hell,

but there was no stopping its demise.

As it sank into the abyss,

I felt a shift.

Ego’s sweet kiss,

a final farewell.

I exhaled,

briefly closing my eye's

before opening them to find

a life unified.

Do you call that

murder

or

suicide?