I look toward the horizon, my mind is both at ease and wrought with a paralyzing terror. Hints of hopelessness and an air of cosmic insignificance accompany this feeling. I am both consumed by and liberated from this feeling. My fear comes from the anticipation of the unknown, yet knowing the end is near, whether it is nothing or something stranger, I stand resolute and content in the face of my damnation. I mean, what better way to go out than to a song that will end all that we know. Light breaks through the clouds towards the east, cresting the mountains in a fractal kaleidoscope of colors unknown and ineffable until this very moment. It hurts only a little as my mind and body shift to accommodate my new perception of reality. Tears fall from my eyes in torrents as my body shakes. My lungs fluctuate between short, painful gasps inward and exacerbated exhilations spewing forth globs of snot and gurgles of bloodied mucus.

All the while, an almost inaudible hum fills the air around me. Melodic, dark undertones join in as the noise becomes omnipresent in my perception. The sky shifts tone and shape to accompany the horrifyingly beautiful drone of the air around me. I shudder. A voice like a thousand angels bathed in a void and garnished with hell calls out, into, and through me, although to my ears the language is unknowable and maddening; my soul, however, understands every syllable. I am torn asunder. The song is more than food, water, or life could ever be to me now. A sadness, like the loss of all love that could ever be, cries forth from the deepeningly blood-red sky. They scream in pain, moan in mourning, and yell in longing all at once. I fall to my knees. I know i will never feel the love of life ever again as my cries screams and pleading join in perfect harmony with my invisible muse all around me, the pain called forth from me lasts an eternity, i bellow without breaks or breath, i am as the wind ever flowing through all the bones of every child starved of milk and left to rot where even the birds won’t comfort them with the merciful death of being eaten alive. I cry with the voice for every soul lost and wasted, every life taken for granted, and every afterlife therefore squandered by the likes of me and all others who bear my likeness. I feel every life leave reality in terror as a stone watches a river carve the land around it, leaving it a solitary observer to watch the world that held it be carved away. i feel the love ripped from the soul of every mother forced to face the void and feel every ounce of pain that their child feels as they are decimated in ways impossible to comprehend, their skin bathed in the blood and dust of the life they brought into this world, the life they made to die more aggonizingly than any other being could comprehend. I feel the pain as those mothers slowly carve themselves into unrecognizable piles of flesh and tears, forced to feel every moment of that agony, never to adapt, never to overcome. The sky feels that pain, and I feel it too. I would kill myself if I could move. Still, I am overwhelmed with empathy and beauty as I feel we are all responsible for this more than the colors in the sunrise and the song in the sky. I don't know how, but we brought this upon ourselves. Now I sit and cry with all of creation, the voice plays every cell in my body like a harp and my soul like a durge. I no longer fear the end, I only fear my turn for damnation, I fear when the sky will have to mourn for me.