• Gently walking in her dreams, always seen... not heard. her face as pale as winter, yet warmer than spring. She tiptoes silently, waiting for someone to find her, to notice she exist. She speaks with her eyes... those darkened eyes, the color of death yet she is alive. This silent girl struggles to be home even though she is home. Her heart is icy cold, never warmed up by love?... perhaps... but you'll never know, is it because she is silent? or is it that her heart was stolen from her?... she wont speak therefore she needs no help. silence is deadly? HA! don't make me laugh! silence is just a game. it mocks you as you beat yourself up, as you break your every breath waiting to break this silence. but this silent girl, the one with those dark death eyes, pale skin and an icy cold heart is in you, and me. she is in everyone. waiting to come out and be freed of her silence.