No matter what I do it's there

A putrescent decaying stench

a foulness of a soul way beyond rigor mortis

full of corruption

dark and gangrenous

white with pus and parasites

and even if the body walks

showers, puts on deodorant, cologne

It can never cover the smell of the

dead soul inside

IDK, I thought I'd make cheerful lofi again, but this one is kinda the opposite. So now the name doesn't quite fit.

frog by "Dric" on insta

found on pinterest