The color of Gaara

Drip

His life…

Drip

Gone…

Drip

Yoshimaru…

Drip

Blood spills steadily from the body of my dead uncle

Even worse that he's dead is that I'm the one that killed him…

I am not a monster,

I am not a monster,

I am not a monster…

But the thing is that the more I say it…

The more it seems true

Mother, Yoshimaru…

Who's next?

Temari?

Kankuro?

My father…?

Why does Shukaku feel that insane need for blood?

Why do I have to be the one that takes the blame?

Why does everyone hate me?

I tried to be good,

I tried not to hurt anyone…

I wanted to be nice…

No.

No more pretending.

It's time to show me true color.

Crimson…

The color of Gaara.