2011 - Day 194

All I can see is
Blindness,
All I can hear is
Silence,
All I can feel is
Numbing,
All I can taste is
Nothing,
But that smell,
That smell from hell,
The smell one smells
When their soul they sell,
Throw your horcrux down the wishing well,
And as you fell
Though I could not tell,
The smell disappeared and all was well,
And then I sensed nothing at all.