The Smell of Dead Flowers

Hey you..You over there... Can you smell it too? That rank, rotten, and icky scent? It smells familiar, But then, maybe the first time, For there's a first time for everything, -I guess. It's a decanting sense of darkness, The only one, -in the room, The breaking point of my loneliness, The impatient freedom of my losses. For I have never smelled something so foul, Repelling and revolting, Has it visited me before? Distasteful and loathsome, Afraid and wicked, And I sit here counting the hours, As my memories start to devour, The perfect scent has gone sour.. -The atrocious smell of dead flowers.