Lips of Bile

Flatulated Flattery falling from lips of bile lingers in tainted hearts of rot...
Beautifully putred are the sharp thorns tethering wilting roses cutting the hands that hold tightly to perfumed ideas of love.. 
Lackluster scented empathy adorns souls of dark essentially  staining purity with its intrusive oils.. 
Aromatically stagnant are the pungent smells of flatulated flatters that fall from lips of bile...