Stars, Seas and Skies

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'blood,blood,blood,blood'

I scream in my head I need more blood, BLOOD, thirsty for blood, BLOOD. I need a meat, need to see the color red. RED. 

But in this world, the color red is forbidden. Only to be seen in our veins. And inside the body. Beauty is pain. Beauty is vain. Beauty is disastrous. Beauty is selfish for it only cares about itself, trying ways to preserve its aesthetic and the way it makes people swoon over it. Beauty will eventually suck the life out of you, for people come to  see Beauty with various sacrifices. Beauty is red. 

And when you can't find Beauty, you must make it. To have the emotions one has, pain, vain, anguish, remorse, disastrous, selfish, aesthetic and mostly importantly, preciousness. These are most the things it gives or takes.

And so, I opened my veins, to see the color red, oh ,how it looks so beautiful in arms flowing, in my wrists spreading, my heart beating a lot to regain the space the lost blood once stood inside my body, now being of waterfall of pain and Beauty, vain and remorse. And mostly boastfulness. For  it feels prideful and boasting for it is red, for how people take apart of them just so it can show off itself as it hurts people around them just to be seen in awe. 

"Psychopath" I heard someone say as I passed out. 

"I prefer to think I am creative" and I flashed my smile.

Psychopath doesn't sounds like a thing I would use to describe myself. Lee Jeno, A Psychopath, doesn't sounds about right.