It's red. It's crimson.
No, it's just a dark red. A dark crimson red.
It's filled with promise, though, most people would not agree with me. It holds to promise of revenge, of pain. It tells me they are feeling the same pain I am. Only their pain is physical and can be seen; my pain is inside and emotional. No one knows my pain, and I'll be damned if I let people think they know my pain.
Of course, I'm already damned. I was born damned. The cat thinks he's cursed, but if he only knew...
Crimson. Red. Blood.