You think you're alone,
But I'm always with you,
Always there.
I'm your shadow on the wall,
Walking one step behind you.
I'm the wind in your hair,
Whispering in your ear.
You can't escape me,
I won't leave.
I'm the sweat falling off your neck,
Sending chills up your spine.
I'm the sun beating down on your face,
Searing your skin.
You try to escape,
Take your own life.
But I'm still here;
I always will be.
You run,
I follow.
No matter how quickly your pace,
I keep up.
Wherever you are,
So am I.
Whether in heaven or hell or in between,
I am there.
You cannot flee your concience.

I just thought of this, thinking about even though many evil people seem to have no guilt, there must at least be some kind of subconscious form of it in the back of their mind.