The Honourable Death of Pride

The Honourable Death of Pride

Do you want to die or do you want to kill what’s been killing you inside?

All I want to kill is my pride,

cause it’s been killing me softly with its eyes.

Red in its nature.

Gloomy with its hue.

Wanting me to paint the town red, but instead it paints me blue.

And it pains me and you.

Projection on a board.

Projecting my lack onto you when I’m bored…

Or when I’m sore.

Toxic it is…

Evil it may be.

Expecting my next move, but in reality you can’t see.

Because the eyes that are haunting me

are haunting you.

So the next bone that you pick, you won’t be able to chew.