Crown's And Gunpowder (MorMor Oneshots)

Blood

He smells of smoke and gasoline

Gunpowder and coffee

All rolled into one

The day is done 

Its changed

Its fire and sweat

Bullet casings and bomb smoke

Suddenly, It changes again

The glass is broke

The smell of it is nauseating

Its Iron and metallic

You've smelt it before; spilled on concrete floors,

Running down the side of heads,

Splashed on clothes and suits

But never his blood

Soon another scent joins the others

Death