They linger. Close, and near, Its never linear. I try to shut my eyes, so they invade my mind- Thoughts untold, Truths locked away from the pain I cannot take. But they know. Everything I don't want to think about, They know. And so, I sit here alone. No one to call on, No one to scorn, These evil thoughts of mine, They're always bored. Leeching off my mind, But what more could I bore, My sorrowed soul, much to exposed, as these thoughts echo through a desolate Nothing-Land. Standing, but one being, Stuck, never leaving.