the scent of reality

right now

im staring at this imflamed house

inhaling the toxic fumes

or at least they most be toxic

because nothing this fragrant, this atracting

could be pure

 

and as the ashes disapeared

within the wind

i cryed, i cryed until it was impossible!

to cry any longer

why did the ashed leave me.

how familiar.

 

im a lonly ghost, in this world

i wander, sheepishly through the alleys

blend in with the shadows

waiting for my soul to decay

for the reeper to find me

 

but, everyday i wake up

in disappointment, to find that i am breathing