The Angel who died

I find it hard to live in a world so putrid 
without covering my nose 
No flowers for comfort in a city this polluted
I would kill to smell a rose 

It wasn’t until I caught a taste of your scent
A smell so seraphic and undoubtedly heaven-sent   
Had an Angel finally made their advent?
What I for so long have dreamt?

I need not eyes to find you 
For they could not grasp this beauty
This scent I simply must pursue
I feel it to be my duty 

Amidst the heaps of malodorous waste
a lone girl blooms 
Emanating a fragrance of such bewitching power 
Transcending the loveliest of perfumes 
You exquisite flower

To guard myself from the stench of society
I’ll fill my senses with her sweet aroma 
If you won’t share it with me, lovely diety,
I’ll steal it from ya’

For I simply cannot go on living 
without this blessing
Young flower, do try to be forgiving 
I’ve no choice but to claim a life so refreshing

I want to carry it with me anywhere

The chamomile smell of her hair 
The strawberry scent of a skin so fair
The fresh fragrance of a flower in its youth
Denying society’s rotten truth 

So I’ll wear her skin like a protective hide 
And suddenly the world feels so mild 
Every breath, I now take with pride 
Thanks to the Angel who died