Incineration (or The Bulimia of Pride)

Pride is a river
  Eat it for breakfast
of ice cold water
  Wake up
  to see clearly
Until
your bones are shaking
freezing
(I throw it right back up again)

Swallow your pride
have it for lunch
  Only
         one
              glass
WILL QUENCH THE FIRE!
(welcome to your body)
  The bulimia of pride
I throw it right back up again

Pride is a river
(but) In the evening
I have remembered the alcohol in my veins and I set a match to it.
Eat The last supper
Swallow your wine
I’m warm
if you lean your back against me.