Here's Johnny

I thought I had found the perfect hiding place but it seems to have found me once again. With the side of the juggernaut axe now visible through the door, I see the face of my eternal accuser, its eyes piercing into my soul as easily as its instrument of destruction had pierced the woefully feeble wood. For an instant I too catch a glimpse into its depths but there is nothing: a void spanning as infinitely as the universe, self destructive and bereft of hope. My protective instinct rejects its intrusion but this vile contagion seems content to invite itself and for a second I am lose my senses. Paralyzed, I cannot retaliate. But, the light be praised, my spirit musters some resolve and pushes against the crushing tide. Not enough to overpower but certainly enough for me to escape and recede into my next hiding spot. It won't find me again here, I'm sure of it.