Analysis of red

I dream in red.
I dream in red.
I hear the soft shatter of resignation in my head.
I have taken to snails. Such stupid little things. Disgusting! Repulsive! Pathetic! So slow!
Their shells are remarkably soft.
Especially the large ones.
Tap them twice, and they curl up.
Pull them, and they let go.
Their fate is in your hands!
Now you are become death, destroyer of snails!
And let them fall to the ground. Your hands just move! They throw they throw they throw!
And hear their resigned shatter!
So soft, so cruel!
They just give up in the face of death!
So beautiful!