Rose, Rome is falling, and 
your castle is bleeding.
The knights, the captains, the horses, and the birds
are all bloody stones.
Do you still not atone for your sins?
The tapestries on the walls burned.
like the family you never had.
The lovers on the bridge burned.
You burned them all 
the bonds and the bridges. 
And the marching army killed 
not with guns at arms, but
Stabbed to death by the
soft hands at your throat that 
once touched you with love.
The lovers on the bridge burned like 
the candle on the windy night swiftly
big, bright, and beautiful. 
Rose, your handmaidens lay 
on the carpet. 
beside the mirror, showing your favourite colour, the colour red.
Rose, Does your hair look daunting? 
Is your gown stained? 
Rose, Do you still miss The Rome?
The lover, the river, and the fiery kiss
that burned the kingdom!

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The moment I touch the pallet, colours disappear
only the night sky remains.
And I stop.

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Words don't come easily to me.
Always a step behind.
Running, chasing, gasping
Trying to catch them.
The moment I stop to pick a pen they run away a thousand miles ahead.
Trying to paint a painting
The moment I touch the colours, they disappear only the night sky remains and I stop.

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Leaving but it lives
Never talks about betrayal but
I bet it's real.

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Turn back where everything is I know or move forward where everything is telling me no.

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There's always a flower
To the roadside
But only a flower for a while
Be it summer, monsoon or a
prickly winter
There's always a flower beside a
long road
Alone
(Read in caption)

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We
Met, loved, lost.
Found ourselves as gravestones facing each other.

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Crimes.
They are the shrine of crimes
Of lives that crumbled a flower.

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I will finally let my soul see the world.

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Russian roulette is played
But only on you
On the first or the last
But you'll die

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