In Silence She Screams

Love will never die if it exists on the lips of death. I often thought about this while I was locked inside my Doll House in Patience. Groomed every second of every day, they made sure to cover all of the darkness lurking in my soul with the false guise of perfection. The soul is fickle. Naked to the public eye and only visible to the owner, a soul bleeds every time it's put through pain. But when that's hidden, it spreads. The trick is to protect it from reaching your brain.

It was too late...