Longing

Pulses through your veins and your heart.
Whispers what you desire.
Revenge.
The one thing in the world that holds colour.
It is red. Red and bright on a monochrome background.
The world is black and white.
Your longing for revenge is red.

It pulses through your veins and your heart
Tells you to go now, and find it.
Revenge.
The brightest thing in your swallowed life.
It is red. Red and shining on a dull grey past.
The world has lost its colour.
But your longing for revenge is red.

The End

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