Perfumed Veils
Who else is allergic to the illusion?
The world stinks heavy with the perfume of deceit,
From souls adorned in blossoms, sweet and fleet.
They proffer fragrant lies, a silken snare,
To lull the wary mind beyond all care.
Their perfumed masks, a subtle, creeping blight,
Would steal the keenest sense, and dim the light.
I too am allergic to the illusion. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. XO