Describe without saying

It's the color that circles your vision when you've had enough. It's the color you see when you're about to burst with rage. It fills your head, and makes you want to scream. It's the color of blood, dripping from wounds of war. It's a component of the sunset that you see every evening. It's pain and anger and frustration all swirled into one hue. It's the color of roses, which also makes it the color of love. It can be described in so many ways, yet so few come to mind. This, my friends, is the color red.