The smell of dying roses Lingers in the air Long after they're gone
Wraith
You don't need to die To haunt me
Tricks Instead of Treats
It's that time of year again
As the veil is pulled back
Departed
The scent lingers on
Like a spirit haunting me
By Kel Dayheart
The smell of dying roses Lingers in the air Long after they're gone
You don't need to die To haunt me
It's that time of year again
As the veil is pulled back
The scent lingers on
Like a spirit haunting me
Fragment of a Figment 