I Bring Them With Me

I hear them laughing in the back of where
I'm riding,
And I can't see them but I always
Know that they're there.
And every time I turn my head I can hear them giggling,
And snickering,
And softly cackling to remind me that they are still in the seats
Behind me.
Everytime I turn around I find that
The Voices seem to stop.
The Laughs are childish.
There's still nothing there,
He says there's nothing there but I can still hear their war
Cries
And every time I see the shadows when sun dies
Scattering, chattering monsters from real evil.
Just sitting,
And standing there.