I dont know the questiondescending like a bird in flight, yet creeping like a hunter..The all encompassing, all familiar, all regretful feeling of being completely and utterly alone.Block out the silence, it screams louder than any noiseWhen there is no where to run.. no crevice left untouched, no stone left unturnedno dark recess of the mind has not been shone onall that is left are the thoughtsand memoriesbroken and shattered, now simply fragments of the imagination. No longer tangibly realthey descendand envelopeWhispering their dirty secrets, of lives past and forgottenNo matter how far you run, there you'll bestill waiting, all knowing,