Anger

Anger is Crimson Red
It smells like rotting flesh with a hint of burnt hair
It tastes like a maggot filled corpse
It feels like drowning someone in a pool of thier own blood
It sounds like Children screaming in agony as their eyeballs are gouged out with spoons
It looks like an assortment of torture devices hanging askewly on the wall
Anger is the feeling in the pit of your stomach after a fresh kill.