Hello, You Mystery

Its no secret
when my nose twitches
i smell a mystery
due to our inconsistency
of human history
its no wonder
that i smell a mystery.

Your mind wafer thin
slip inside this oily skin
swim in golden seas of sin
search the depths
for what lies within
you are a pearl
and i am the oceon
you are the moment
in this manmade corrosion.

History has tought us
forgotten truths and horror storys
enigma's and cythers
lie dormant in stone
the stench of burnt flesh
and rotted bone
elemntry and deduction
my two only freinds
drive me from distraction
from the binds that bend
burried underneth
the tortured souls
and crooked tree's
lies deception
and poisoned lies
its no wonder i
smell a mystery
when moments ends
and time flies.

I told you when we met
my nose was twitching
the seams had burst
at your caligrphy of stiching
underneth your scars
the truth stood revealed
the wounds of time
had far from healed
you were not the girl
i thought you were
you were a ghostly image
gone in a blur
so why do i do it
repeat my romantic history?

...because im a sucker
for a good mystery.