Disclaimer: GW doesn't belong to me.
Author's Notes: um......this is kinda strange....
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Red is an interesting colour. It is supposed to be symbolic of many
things. Love, life, rage. And battle.
How can something symbolize love, life, rage and battle?
It's good and bad, red is. Like a lot of things I guess. It's name doesn't suit it, too simplistic for something so complex.
Red is kinda like me I think. It contrasts with itself. Good and evil. The simplistic with the complex. Yup, that's me all right.
Red is combing with my pale flesh right now. I ought to stop it I guess. But it works so well with the blackness around the edges of my world. Pretty.
Someone is screaming at me, I wished they'd be quiet. I'm watching the red meld with the black.....I like black and red. Alone and together, they are by far the best colours.
That voice won't leave me alone with the red and black. Why won't they go away? Don't they see the colours? Don't they see how nice they are? Nice things need to be appreciated. Not enough of that going on in the world anymore. People just don't stop to look and realize.
My head hurts.
The black is getting a bit overwhelming, not enough red anymore. But that's okay. I like black. I've seen lots of black. Lots of red too.
I'm sleepy. That's okay, I'll just go to sleep now. Maybe when I wake up there will be more pretty colours.
