Blood covers over all... vision blurred...

Forced breaths show life, yet still encourage death to bring the dying soul to it's gates.
The last vision ever seen through the now clouded over eyes was one of pure sickness.
Red smeared across the walls... stained on the bed... dripping from the crimson lampshade...

Pain lingered in the dead air like a bad smell, until all was done and the torture was over...

Midnight black hair clumped together with the drying flakes of blood, hung loosely and raggedly about the pale white faces.

Suffering caused screams of panic once before, now silence holds the only strength left in it's tight grasp.
A heaved sigh and the movement is stopped... now... And forever...