Corrine d1 cb done

An insufferable ego builds it’s walls up high, those brave enough to attempt to tear them down often find themselves hanging alongside the barrier.

Fear keeps them stable even if the turmoil rumbles deep within your mind. Fear of your own self because who are you when the stage lights turn off. Have you ever dared to speak up when there was no alcohol in your veins?

A crown of thorns, a mockery of an ideology. How dare you call yourself lucky enough to walk amongst the immortal with every stride on stage. Preaching your lyrics to followers when you struggle to believe in your own gospel.

(do you even know your own name?)

Surround yourself with a human accessory for the moment, pretend their company fulfills you.

Start over.

Hell’s cycle will eventually catch up to you.

(For the devil whispers your moniker.)

At least you will always find refuge when your fingers bleed from the strings of your guitar. A reminder that your sense of immortality derives from your Achillies heel.

Corrine, the one who dared to walk amongst the gods. Corrine, the weakest of them all.