Scorning The Lolita [original]

The smell of her perfume makes it hard to breathe at night.
The overbearing scent of patchouli
and gardenia isn't a smell
A nose like mine can handle.
Scorning the lolita, was what it was called;
The beauty on the walls of
bloody scents of ambergris, musk and dead flowers
Spin the heads of millions.
They drowned her head into
that puddle of intoxicating vomit.
Doused, doused, doused.
Drown, down, down.
Let's see how far she can swim,

---------------scorning the lolita