Pride is a silly toy that you wave around.
Pride is the colorful gizmo you carry to town.

You’d like to think
only you deserve to have it
no one else deserving
at the round table, a seat.
Only you, Yes, only you.

Burn everything I keep
Love everything I deserve
Destroy everything I need
Kill everything that is dead

Murder distraction
for a better path
but draw a map
for a better laugh

The road leads to nowhere
The place you’ve always desired
Your secrets fall though careless fingers
and the vines that bind tear apart
but still;

thoughts of you
somehow lingers.


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