Black.

Everything.

The beep of a machine;

Hospital?

Red.

Thirst for it,

Rubies,

Liquid.

Lust.

The sharp teeth from my gums more pointy,

My eyes more dark.

The smell is close,

Rust and wood.

A polychromatic room blinds my eyes.

Need.

Hunger.

Blindness.

Raw.

Death.

I am becoming the monster

I always feared.