Wasn't it beautiful, the blood trickling down the wall?

Yes.. More beautiful than anything.

To him, it was a sign of life, of love, of lust.

He needed it to live.

He had killed the ones he loved for it.

It filled him with the unquenchable lust for life.

It was a circle.

A never-ending circle.

The blood was so beautiful, trickling down the wall.