His Odor

The smell burns my eyes
Like the odor of a wild tiger
His hair so softly laying in lies
His hands trembling as if they touched fire

His last moments of air
Are haunting the nightmares I fear
His dead soul wondering as if he cares
Searching for a place here

Dead dead,
The sour taste of sadnesse
All whistling in my head
Freezing my voice to ask for forgivenesse

Leave
I hear him say
deceive
I hear him pray

Gone like the wind
I refuse to look at him one last time
"Just keep on running"
Searching for a sign

All the terror
is from his Odor
and that's the only thing I remember