It's a feeling like no other. To think, of one. An invigorating rush travels up from the stomach. Burning ball of adrenaline. Only lasts a short second, leaves me breathless. It's painfully delightful.
*My red eyes glow, searching for it's desires. Shadows haunt behind me, warning of the hatred. The red never goes away. Fiery hot ruby tears may drain the color, but the aspiration never goes away. The desire can paint back what was drained, and let the greed live on.
I'm going to start using this more often now It has no specific meaning to anyone but myself. Don't read too much into it, there is no hidden meaning I wish for anyone to find.