A Death that smells good....

Smelling your love - Throughout the waves of time...
Reciting a lyre - Towards the end of rhyme...
Searching a face - Within the heart of the dead...
Walking through a lane and not seeing the end...
Bleeding down the dreamy eyes - Pinned to where it dies

To the void I see -
I see a baby cry
I win the world and skip the air...
I tame the light and miss the fire
A slice of dream - a place to kill
The warmth of my home is what I need to feel...

A death without a name and without a smell. Some people ask you not to stand by the corpse; but you
still do - you cannot risk to miss the beauty of the "forever-sleep". Some insane people think you are oh-so
-morbid, you smile at them and ask - "Arn't you jealous?"
You know you survived the epidemic of happiness, survived the everyday smiles and the boring planned success (so to call it) ... - you survived the happy time when expressions smalled down to just smiles, the roars of laughter did not touch you and you survived the needless giigles. You saved your soul, you saved your sorrow and in a tiny part of it - you saved the sin. You killed the child born way ahead of its time - you stood up and you stabbed it..bathed in the blood you cried out the futility of "Red" .....
Today You stand victorious - you stand on the table and stare at the body on your feet. You are Brutus and you are so proud of it.....
The sun would rise whatever happens..but you stand and you wait for the night to come n show you the
path of Sin. you know one day you will give birth to the baby - the Adam and Eve will blink to the
right fruit this time - no tree will ever be forbidden anymore....