I am Red.

I am the colour of anger, rage and fire.

I see my madness as absolute and I have always been this way, always killed and maimed and tortured for my own purposes, have I not?

I only want to be loved, yet I was born with a broken heart, my parents loved her more, they always loved her more.

I am the colour of passion, roses and love.

I am Red and my outside is flawed, my inside is broken.