Scent of death

Scent of death

Morning glory you've departed

Dear night you've lost your shine

Wind why blow without a whistle

Why is death a new scent of roses?

Before me lies broken pieces

Of dreams and hopes shattered

The heart is consumed by pain

Sorrow is my new blanket

Oh time why did you not alert

Horizon you held back the signs

I would have cherished her more

Loved and held her high

I am a man without will

A dead rose on a broken stem

My sorrows I've poured on your scarf

Until I lost the only scent left

Death a great offence you've done

My heart you split in half

My dreams you stole and broke

A stink is now left in my heart

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