The Scent of My Grave

Do you smell the rotting odor my guilt 

Etched within the engravings 

Of the oppressive tombstone

Weighing me down into the ground

A poor effort to compress 

All the regrets waiting to be compensated

 

Do you smell the briny scent of my tears

Dried and leaving white rivers 

On my skull

A map of all the places 

I drowned 

Remnants of my wrongs

Do you smell the rust of blood

Smoldering  under my tongue

For all the times I lied

And scorched myself in

Searing guilt

Not as accident

 

Do you smell the stench of regret

Oozing from the hollows of my eyes 

Spilling out from the cracks beneath 

Dissipating through the crevices

Of the engravings

Etched on my tombstone