Our pantomime of hate, was illusionised with a mystique by the halcyon fate; I felt an unusual turn of destiny when, you came to a halt on the road to eternity, with a murderer rose, seeking for a never given opportunity the day you offered that killer rose to my heart, you unveiled the most guilty soul. From that day, to make you realise your mistake was my goal, although, it wasn't the blunder of yours but your heart it had killed my heart with infinite darts in the past one of the aspect of my life was this guilty rose which is one of my biggest foes. You flowed a stream of tears in my sorrow, with me, you'll ruin your today and tomorrow but, now when my eyes find yours, there's a feeling of pity in me despite so many disputes and wars unknown it was, but for thee. Like the only silver moon amidst a galaxy of stars, like the only drumbeat amidst notes of guitars, like the only known smile amidst several scars. Is it really a feeling for you, at any rate? Is it pity despite hate? That may join our fates... For a better read : // That Guilty Rose// Our pantomime of hate, was illusionised with a mystique by the halcyon fate; I felt an unusual turn of destiny
