Evil arrives in many shapes. In many sizes. Evil persists, even in the light. And as the light pushes forward, evil pushes back. Forward and back. Forward and fall. Caught in the middle, with no where to go. Sometimes the only thing one can do is to run. Blindly run. Run from the monster chasing you. Run from the pain inside of you. Run and run while keeping a small glimmer of hope alive, somewhere, deep inside. Evil pushes and pushes. Pushing endlessly. In the darkness. Endless in the thoughts. Endless in the time. Evil has a new face. A new guise. A mass. Endless. Endless. Its origins unknown. Outer space? From somewhere within the mind? It does not matter. The massive creature consumes everything in its path. Consumes life. Creates death. The burning. The searing. The endless dissolving of everything before your eyes. Friends and family. Life and death. All that remains is a void. A void of reason. A void of sorrow. But you must keep running. Running until there is nowhere left to go.