dear angel,

you painted my life in such vivid colors, as vibrant as a garden of flowers stretching out for miles.

but you betrayed, and started planting weeds where all the color shined.

everything before me, was laid out in black and white.

the weeds were overpowering, and began taking over life.

i'm nothing but a dead flower garden.

only the murderer can bring it back to the vivid color it once had.

because for some reason, the dead flower garden loves it's murderer.

sincerely,

tae kwang