The Demise Of PrideMature

A new poetry collection. Hopefully. My work doesn't get that much attention anymore, so I've no idea why I'm even writing this, but anyways, enough of the whining.

Soulless, learning how to die.

The mirror doesn't lie and I don't cry.

Here I am, I sell self-deception,

Heart half-dead from raw infection.


The chambers rot, fraught with decay,

My scabbed mask begins to peel away.

Do you loathe what you've become?

Bloodied wrists, eyes caked with scum.


Kill away all your childish dreams,

Lock them up where I can't hear their screams.

Mindfucked for too long with my own suicide

Choke on your tears, this is the demise of pride.





The End

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