Smell (poem)

Down below where everything horrible goes
lies a hidden torture of unwithstanding proportion.
The once new car smell has turned into a garbage dump,
with toxins, poisons, and everything foul.
It reeks and stinks cutting your heart out,
reaching higher, the smell is no more,
reaching odourless and gone of the mold.
A step higher and it's clear as day,
the uncut grass and a pine delight
but it's as high as it goes, since what goes up must come down.
Going lower and lower to the unimanagibly void
with the carcase of the rotting mice
removed only to leave a wretched stench,
that which mimics a maledict.