This came to me in the middle of the night. (I imagine it in song form.)

I know for you
that it's a dying memory
and it's not new
but I can smell victory

The sweetest perfumes
always have a cost.

All this bloodshed
All this carnage
All this regret
Innocence tarnished.

Maybe I'm blind.
Maybe you're deaf.
You used to be kind,
Now you hail death.

Trying to run
Trying to hide
I can't shun
My heavy pride.