"when the clouds and the light came, I knew it was time.

what would even be the point? now, everything is meaningless.

I mark my place, that I was here, I was now, and enjoyed the sky, and everything,

before it was gone."

This music came to me in a dream i had. the sky was pink, and orange, so unbelievably beautiful, the shape and color and light of the clouds were. I just knew the world was going to end soon anyway, and rode through my childhood town, but this time, with more mountains, and trees. the sky was still filled with so much color, and the clouds were so big. it was like if a sunset was painted across the entire sky. bushes were beside me, blue birds on the right bushes, and red birds on the left. I could not help but to look up. I didn't have anything to draw with, so I scraped my own hand on concrete, to get blood, and imprinted the last painting, of man, before looking up one last time, when the darkness came.

it's not a very good recreation of what i heard, but its a dream, its hard to remember stuff perfectly.