A Heart as Red as Love

by sharkray24

The Fall of an Angel

I sit, I stare, I stink, I stand, I stall, I start, I stop, I still, I strangle, I struggle, I step, I stomp, I stalk, I do nothing. All I do is lie in my bed and stare out the window. I sit in a wheelchair when they insist I get out of bed. I stare at the nothingness of the world around me. I stink because I haven't bathed since the accident. I stand in the darkness of my life. I stall when doctors try to give me my medicine. I start to contemplate death. I stop thinking about life. I still can't understand what is happening. I strangle that pony in my mind. I struggle from that pony's choking grasp. I step away from others. I stomp my hoof on my own image. I stalk every option of suicide. I do nothing as I fall into darkness.

What have I become? Is this my true self? A filthy, ragged, starving, whimpering, crying, dying, stinking, heart wrenching, maddening, ball of hair and flesh? Is that my true self? I can't see why not? I never was of any use to anypony. I couldn't even prevent myself from having a heart attack. What useless filth am I? I would rather be a starving dog in the Everfree Forest. My state is that of which rats look down upon and laugh. I am nothing. I am a burnt out star.