Parfumery -

Wake up my dear

It’s me again

Did you miss me?

In your bed of blossom

silvered with dew

Asphyxiating

But it’s a gas and

flavored in all its purple quenching steam

My queen

The Parfumery

Tell me about, those diamond doors

Crystal twisted, in veils ofjasmine mist

Don’t you find it, tranquilizing

Isn’t it melting into the icicle vials,

In the fume of a demon seed

The Parfumery

Vats are seething

Lush waxy juice

of lilac brew, riding on violet

just a whiff

My dear don’t resist

It’s draining your fountain lifeless

You see my flower

This garden extracts

The wilt and wither, and that’s come hither

And all your beauty that isn’t breaking

will be cut like a sliver

Breath in the breath of flowers

For the love of glass

And the garden faces

and their carnage masks

And now the time is unfolding

Don’t fight it flower

You’re reeking of afterlife

In this final hour