Blood stains the walls
The color of my work
Bodies filling every crevasse in the space I’m forced to lurk
Red
A glowing crimson mass
Symbolize the self-release achieved with plasma on my hands
Blue is the face of fear
A look of uncertainty when one is forced to gasp for air
Pain
Brought forth to those with faults
Any soul with imperfections shall fall prey to my assault
Green
Financial gain is not my quest
Take their lives and leave my mark on everything they own in jest
Die
Give me reason to live
Wasting precious oxygen is something I cannot forgive