The Downfall of Pride
I stand against the frigid cold and scream
I try to scream loud enough to be heard
Though i scream, i cannot forget my dream
Peace feigned by my heart, to fly as a bird
Always near, the hollowed monster of pride
Hides in the mist, screaming in a whisper
Opportunity brings another stride
It's brought the vision of our death crisper
As now nearer the writhing truth is brought
Disguised in enticing hoods of splendor
The magnificent love for which we fought
Pride steals away as we crack our door
We find that we have caused this lonely murder
And drove us against our friends much further
Copyright © Michael Wallentine | Year Posted 2018
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