FOREVER DAWN | COBIN WILLIE

FOREVER DAWN

COBIN WILLIE

Have you ever felt like you were at war with your own head?

No motivation just hesitation to find yourself balled up in honest self-mutilation Looking up to yell this hell to broken wishes from shattered constellations

The wound is true with new beatings turning blue, I against Me against Myself I hate the way I love how good this feels because love to me is so unreal

Even the coldest casket could not keep me from masking it, still hiding it Running through the rain praying for one more last cleansing cascade If the devil is in the details than the angel should have been obvious

I try to cage the rage before the rage leaves me caged My mind still stuck on repeat still crashing at the same old broken tracks

Here’s proof that a spirit can bleed, and faith can even find a way to stay away I am not lost, I just do not want to be found; it is my maze where I want to remain

But today seems a bit different, a little less tense there is an unknown on the horizon

Which somebody will I be today if it is to be my last, which voice will have their forever day? Do they make tombstones for monsters you made? What would it read or left blank? I will bite down to grind my teeth as I sew faith to my skin so it can drag me to the light when I do not feel alright Horned conscience laughing dancing having another heyday with new ways to falter, what good is anoth- er burning altar? I am not so sure anymore which is darker, that part of my mind that turns on me or is it that part of my heart that wants to forever remain torn apart Forever dawn feels forever wrong I rather see the sky blood painted till it turns black I will squeeze the throat with a pole bearer grip, reflected flesh begins to rip I face the truth, so afraid, I wish this could be easily unmade, but the pain remains here to stay It took so long to see it now that me hurting me is hurting you, me breaking me is breaking you, me drowning me is drowning you Alone in this nailing my own tongue to my own fist, I cannot speak of how this will end Breaking the vow was the vow, I know I need it but do not want the help Razor wire wrapped around my mouth stained with blood tinged spit of words spoken to never forget some miracles begin with the deepest cut