The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, Its owner not yet known, Its purpose still a mystery I assume Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, Its mood is ataraxia, Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, I have it trapped in a booth, Smells like angels on a spring break, Dancing gloriously in the water fall, With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,