Buenas Noches

Isn't that the God complex.

In my rear view that a mind 

for a spirit to exist....

but you are lying to yourself.

That we never get to persist

that we say good night, and

hello to you. As a ghost untrue?

 Your God is dead.

Mother is gone.

You have to make mends 

before it's too late.

Isn't that the true pit?

The true devil is you keep her "safe".

Isn't the empty flesh more than a working brain?

When all they do is escape.

The only reason we exist

is the last piece that will end the human race.

Dear, Satan and Jesus want to end this chase?

You can't I am man. Condemn or forgive, you may think it ends with flesh,

but I'm really only a trap. Because it's in my heart. Your mother is kept.

And if she left....

I be the missing piece,

in everything.

And if she left....

my spirit would be pulled

to join her in the sky.

As a black cloud I'll join in her,

I dip my hands into

the black pools while 

I breath but it's her

coming back.

She is there, here.

With me.

I'll find myself worthy

in her breast.

But I'm not.

Her sons cannot be put at rest.

Join her in the dance.

Cannot silence the width of their immortal camp,

they guard us. Forever the contradiction of this world.

They are both kings! Her angels strong!

Alive, we remain but only in death as we reach out to find;

alone. In our humbling mortality we breached the walls of hell.

The fallen angels rise in heaven's peak to take the center throne blind by what they can achieve.

In the blind leading the blind.

I cannot achieve this again.

In this blind leading blind.

I cannot harvest your heart of death.