Malice, violence, blood, cruelty, hate,

Their dark, crimson blood covering your blade,

The feel of rage which can only equate,

The look of their eyes as they grow afraid,

Excitement is rising up in your chest,

With the vast feelings, it sets you alight,

You smile and laugh with great joy and great jest,

The growing feeling of thrill and delight,

Breath growing heavy as you hold them close,

Your bare skin rubs up against their bare skin,

You grab them closer and forget your woes,

You sigh into them, wish for it again,

The color of lust, of thrill, of hatred,

The color of all these feelings of red.