Heavy Odor

When you were young
You were such a radiant one
Elegant and smart and strong
A portrait of a hand grenade
Slick and new, with numbered days
When you were young
The angry, ugly faces kept away
Parading rumours spread like a disease
Misery was a vagrant beast
A heavy odor, drifting with the breeze

The city fails to feel
Just like a nursing home it deals necessity
Without a soul
In every passing stranger's eye you find the loneliness
That they can hold
When love becomes a strange delicacy
And rats and dogs are fucking in the street
Like poison ivy in a vase
This heavy odor's found its resting place