Scented Scent
Boxed by volume.
Square to the inch.
You can measure the demons
stench.
Broken off inside my damaged
boundaries.
Displayed by the unseen.
Projected down to be more
transparent.
My soul is trapped.
Webbed to be poisoned.
Bitten by the chain of pain.
Death cocooned the spider.
Vibrations triggered by the fallen
angels.
The sign of fear.
Inside time.
Filled with sugar coated bloody
lime.
Clocks the thunder through my
turmoil.
Timed by the end.
Sweet is the fragrance.
The one you refuse to smell.
Sulphur burns the acid through
my veins.
In front and behind.
By the gates of hell.
So dies what was send.
The last of my scented scent.
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