If I had a gun, I would blow my brains all over the wall.  I think the image would be beautiful.  The deep scarlet red splattered across the walls like wet paint on a canvas.  I wonder if my dogs would eat my brain matter.  I wonder if I would be heard then.  I suppose I would be accused of overreacting or narcissism.  

I wonder how beautiful the blood would be if I sliced my arms open.  From the bend in my elbow all the way down my forearm…  The bright red against my pale white skin.  

The colors would be amazing.