Belladonna

Blasphemy, asking y’all truistic past king
The spirit in the dark ignites light is one last thing
To do before the end appears near, painful fears, tears, seers strings the
scene, never clear but everlasting
And the spirit looks up to his ruling master
The darkness approaches faster and faster and after
It’s close enough to bite, the teeth close and it’s a disaster
Some call their loving families, other call their family pastors
And plaster the walls with elegance just to ask her
How can she demonstrate no remorse and no recourse
How can she emulate stone, the beauty of alone, no one’s home, memory prone,
Belladonna is the source
And of course, the overwhelming beauty begins to singe
The door opens but this ain’t a door with a hinge
The warmth turns to angst and the angst reflects the sins
But Belladonna is blind once you and she begins
Casting, asking y’all powerful past king
The spirit in the dark ignites light but it ain’t the last thing
To do before the end appears near, painful fears, tears, seers strings the
scene, never clear but everlasting
And the spirit looks up to his ruling mistress
She say to close your eyes but shit, you don’t wanna miss this
You cling to the idea of being a living witness
Not knowing that you ain’t two, you look down and your body’s listless
You think back to your fourth grade Santa Claus Christmas wishlist
You don’t even know why, and now you’re starting to cry
The light was only a lie, it’s dark and you’re feeling shy
Wishfully winding down, Belladonna don’t reply
But she’s patient, what she lacks in conversation she makes up for in loving
adoration for her child
Children of death, the only opinion left is held by the immortal
The children would only be vexed
Blasphemy, asking y’all truistic past king
A spirit in the dark ignites light is one last thing
To do before the end appears near, painful fears, tears, seers strings the
scene, never clear but everlasting
Now the time is passing, seconds turn to centuries
Escorted to in a gate guarded by sentient centuries
The riddle, just as expected only vexes
The child clings to momma, Belladonna just rejects his
Fear and incontinence is stemming from the continents
Her heavenly body’s ready for hell, and there’s a consequence
The war becomes heat, to heavy to bear
Of course he’s scared, and now his inconfidence
Only makes his fear far worse
And it doesn’t help that his beautiful escort is terse
Actually, she’s pretty batsy, he recites tis king and tasking. momma said «Well things get rough inside at first»
Her image in his mind is like a curse
Pondering perhaps he really should have been first
To tread on easy waters before his uneasy father, his childhood such a bother,
she stands with her lips pursed and says
Don’t you forget us
Don’t you forget my son
Don’t you, don’t you forget us
And don’t you forget my son
And don’t you forget my
And don’t you forget my son
And don’t you forget
And don’t you forget me
Don’t you forget me
Don’t you forget me
Don’t you forget
Don’t you forget me
Don’t you forget
Don’t you forget your mother baby
Don’t you forget your mother baby
Don’t you forget
…Mama loves you baby