Blood, blood everywhere, but not a drop on me. Who are we, wait, no. Who am I. What am I doing here? Where is here? Who are you?
Stop, breathe, reset.
Blood again; mine this time. Why is it so cold? Oh, never mind, it's just me. Wait, me; who is that? I remember those dark eyes, were they mine or yours, love. Who?
Stop, breathe, reset.
It's always blood. How boring. Bodies litter the floor, maybe we should be fined. Our hands look good in this crimson shade, should we paint some more? Maybe add some more colors. I hear bones make lovely whites. White? Like his skin. No, it needs red.
Stop, breathe, reset.
Reset.
Reset!
Your silver tongue always lied. But no more. I control us now. The world deserves to be painted red. Red for my anger. Red from my longing. Red for the fire that burns in your veins. Dark eyes needed to be colored. Black holds no place in our world, just as your silver has been cut out.
Red, red everywhere, not a single person was spared.
