My Way Of Roses

I see everything painted black and gray, like an old movie. I have a stake driven through my chest by the death of my parents.

My mother in a traffic accident, for driving under the influence of alcohol

My father died of cardiac arrest in his office, caused by the stress of work and the grieving death of my mother.

Now I live alone in my apartment after selling my parents' house to keep myself alive.

I don't know where or how a kind of angel came to get me out of my martyrdom

or it may be a demon that came to sink me deeper into my laments.



Roses have different colors and they are what paint and degrade my life. I am the owner of a colorless black rose and I do not think that will change.