This cloying scent, it won't wash off
Like the sweet smell of rose
Or some other blossoming bud
Sparkling champagne, reddest of wines
Or the nectar of a forbidden fruit ...
Attaching to you like an unwanted memory
It suffocates you with its annoying aroma
It drowns you with its strange exotic smell,
Maybe it's just an illusion on your senses
A masking dark fantasy, a choking arm,
It may be a deadlier entity
Like the odor of despair
Or the stench of death ...
My friend, can you still breathe?
Like a clinging memory it follows you around
Do you like its scent?
My senses are numb, my mind is blank ...
I don't know my scent at all.