I used to see myself as a fragile child who loves to watch the stars in the sky, who used to play instruments and paint using bright colors, that symbolizes happiness.
But life is really cruel, my mom died because of assassination and my father became crazy because of that incident.
Toys, instruments and paint brush were change into some deadly weapons.
The stars change into the people who were my targets for my revenge. And just like the happiness that I used to feel, became loneliness. Bright colors had change into darkness, darkness that I am now living inside and wickedly controlling the hell out of me.
No more fragile child, no more bright colors and happiness, 'cause it is now black, black as Black Rose..
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Black Rose
ActionLife was never about bright colors and rainbow 'cause as you explore and look into reality, life is cover by darkness and cruelty.
