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by Beautiful Forever Mar 28, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
It burns, flaring inside your nose, So repulsive, it makes you cringe, An aroma killing everything as it flows, Piling corpses as part of a fringe, It couldn't ruin your life faster, Silently killing everything in its way, Unnoticeable, the perfect disaster, Piling millions, day by day, You try to hold on to all you know, But its pace quickens to escape you, Every move is "quid pro quo", Chain reactions that rip straight through, As you take your final breath, Your insides scream as they burn, This aroma is the scent of death, Finally capturing you - in it's urn...
by Baby Rainbow
Excellent work!!!! xx