she can almost see me...

i love it when this girl comes here,

she is drawn here, 

i think by me.

see?

she hears

voices and reads

tea leaves that make her believe

the dead speak to her.

if she only knew

the truth though

that the dead cannot speak,

our voices have been silenced and the only

sounds they hear from "the beyond" are 

conflagrations of imaginations and confusions in

their own feeble minds.

i wish i could speak to her because 

she is indeed so lovely,

and lonely...

why would such a sweet

child come spend

a gorgeous day

alone in the

land of the

dead?