Black Rose
A thousand whispers echo,
at the end of the unending abyss.
Million are the doubts along,
numerous are perceptive degrees.
Sinking in the gyrating seduction,
deracinating subconsciously indeed.
wandering amidst the chaotic sea,
Ignorance seems like a bliss.
Darkness whispers when life surrenders,
And the world has to decry.
Engulfed in the symphonic doom,
The Black Rose emerges free.
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