smells

I like the smell of freshly cut grass
I like the smell of rain
but heaven should forbid that I
would like the smell of pain

the smell of thrashing dragons
from beyond the darkest nights
the smell of pale-faced hate
which renders a loathsome bite

the smell of cries of agony
sharpest stench it seems
hopeless, helpless i watch on
nose burning with each scream

my blood curdles on and on
as the smells intensify
how oh how can I live on
oh how hard can I try

the only way I know to stop
torturing myself with pain
is to join them all in endless fire
may God then keep me sane