Silence screams.

She lay on the icy ground,

Looking upwards; not a sound

She would listen, hoping to hear

The cries of the others; their cries of fear.

She knew she wasn't alone

Not in Hell, yet not at home

The silence screams all around,

Not a noise; not a sound.

But in the darkness as she lay

Insanity would always play

Twisted illusions in her head

Not a sound; the others are dead.

She was the last in a line of dying whores

Only time will tell. . . only silence knows.

She was the last in a line of dying queens

Only time will tell. . . only silence screams.