vague grim filly story


                                            >As her screams died down into sobs the filly shook violently.

                                            >Her broken body sprawn across the floor. The irreversible damage done to her soul and self truly reflected the works of an artist.

                                            >For to be so well dismantled took a special hatred, the perfect hatred.

                                            >Once so full of life now begging to never feel.

                                            >Agony shooting through every bone as her world slowly fades and the sounds around get fuzzier.

                                            >Once so well composed now reduced to a bloody screeching mess.

                                            >As her breathing gets shallow and heart rate becomes irregular all she can do is welcome death as it slowly arrives.