The sweet, toxic smell of her perfume
like poisonous berries
seeps through my veins,
saturates my heart,
and floats in my memory,
like that last sip of wine
before the haze.
Rocking my inner being
and tickling my carnal sensations,
until my body is as awake
as my soul is.
Cradled in her lingering scent
until it wafts away as she does,
leaving me lifeless on the floor.

He's that guy that slays you,
    always charming, ready &
       eager to lend a helping hand,
  a garish smile tucked in his hip pocket  --
    he's your friendly next door neighbor,
         the quintessential serial killer

Go down to Skeleton Grove, go now,
Wait for the ghost train to pick you up,
Then walk past
The green bushes,
And into the green maze.

Find there all your childhood memories
Give them a ring.
Place your foot on the lily pad,
Let yourself glide,
Ankle-length hem of your nightie
Trailing against the blue water.
Red and blue flowers slide on the pond surface,
Then dip below.
Like the skulls.

Find the whisperer,
Between the trees.
She's calling out your name, hurry
Run after her , chase her, catch her.

But all you can find is a girl,
With rabbit skin.
Pink eyes closed in a dream,
Small body of bones lain beside her.

The maze keeps going, twisting on itself.
Let the man take your hand, and when you do, let blood blossom all over his body.
Pray for the *******, the stolen lives,
Manifesting here.
Childhood in the looking-glass.

You find yourself falling, falling
The **** of the mermaids, against a rock,
Get out, get out as fast as you can.

But then you realise, you can't.
But then you realise, you've been here all along.
But then you realise, you never left.

Life's considered by many as a win or lose, maybe a draw-game
For most, victory is achieved along with fortune and fame
Honestly, that's a lie, what people are trying to claim
Being poor and happy or being rich and happy, isn't it the same?
Wealth provides a gap, but you can be satisfied without it, no shame
It's just the beast of appreciation that we have to tame

A loss, however, is when a person gives up on his existence
For instance, when he/she's facing depression and keeps their distance
They need assistance, but don't get it because of passive resistance
Even with the insistence of their peers they keep up a stoic appearance
With a fake smile written over their face needed for subsistence
No other choice, they're presence will turn into a reminiscence

What about a draw? That's probably when one's life isn't fulfilled
Everything they built is destroyed, to gild the truth that
blood was spilled.