When it seems like walls crawl-like skin at a stare,
the quiet tells you some was there.

The trees hold secrets only animals can hear,
and below it are grey eyes that ring hallow ever so clear.

You stand close but never talk,
She takes your hand and starts to walk.

Though her lips don't move you hear her little voice,
echoing hallow like you don't have a choice.

But to listen to what she has to say,
her voice so soft in a powerful way.

Words that rhyme but do not mean,
anything more than a crazy mans dream.

You don't know why but you stop and stare,
her gray eyes are covered by hair.

She looks up into your eyes,
to glance was so cold you want to cry.

She turns and starts to walk home,
you leave as well and turn on the TV and sit alone.

Its the girls you saw sitting on the bench,
she was found dead left in a trench.

You turn off the TV at what you now know,
she was found dead seven days ago.