THE SCENT OF HIM

I plucked the feathers from you
One by one
You weren't screaming with pain
As I offered to heal you for sure

When it's time for the last feather
You knew I would never heal you
You felt the scent of my betrayal 
A drop of clear crystalline tear rolled down from your eye

I do showed the cruelty to pluck that
Last essence of beauty from you
Last essence of your beautiful existence
Your last feather

I flew away with the wings
Made of your feathers
Feathers with blood stains
Blood with the scent of you

I let you rote alone 
In that valley which I opened to you
The valley of silence and nobody
But the scent of your rotten heart

Here I exist in the most beautiful place
With my wings made of your feather
With crowded streets and happy faces
But still with the scent of your feathers
Feathers stained with blood
Blood from a rotten heart



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