• I look around me, everything is red. The sense in the air is something full of dread. No-one can see what I see. Because they still have their sanity. But once or twice they will find this sight can be very exciting. There are shadows on the ground., but I know what they really are. There is something sweet in the air, something like strawberries and roses, and I know this smell comes from something red. It is not what I expected. something as sweet as wine from the dead. I laugh to myself, but it is out loud to the world. I am a psycho, now that you know. Better run away. Because the shadows will grow. HehehehehehahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!