Acridity is measured by the nose
even as words come in through ears
can you smell the fear
combined with never go back

yes, there was a mis
treated just so poor
and yet must your memory
never close the door

to the ghosts that haunt you yet
living on in never death
that's the way these feelings smell
swollen hands and heady hell

as blame is a concept 
your eyes see red
misery is the stone
you rode to the bottom of the well.