It's barely there but all encompassing. It's in the air you're barely breathing. You know it. You're sure but do you know? Yes, you were... It's like your mind is stone What could it be?
You aren't sure now can't trust what you see can't be certain what you know. That smell. That cloying smell it's sharp but rancid wraps head and body, all this smell, so arid
T'is not the smell of death smell of life and living Not for you, eternal rest but the fear and fearing