Falling Roses everywhere,Bleeding songs of true despair,trapped inside this solitairy darkened soul,leave me there,



watching roses and comparing all the hearts whose pain there sharing, with me just watching,desolate staring,dreaming of a world thats caring



Creation made by sublimation,seeking hope throughout salvation,absorbing anguish in form of vibration,what is it this dark sensation...why do i long for isolation?....still i have an admiration for falling roses ,a generation of beauty falls to temptations,my heart seeks for her inspiration,



my silhouette,my fascination.

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