Pride ©

I heard you calling my name from the fire that took.
Your voice begging me away but I didn't want to look.

You cannot haunt me anymore.
But can I really let you die?
The scars remain inside.
I'll let them burn up in the fire.

My mind must've dreamed up this trick.
The burned visage looks just like me.
I told myself that I'd care not.
But cannot stand the stench of rot.

There's not s shadow of a doubt
I'm better off without           you

I thought we were inseperable.
Believed, together, we're invinsible.
On principle alone, I tear you out
and throw you
to the fire.
But not the one you've made.
This one's all brand new.