It makes me feel the someone is running from the darkness, into the darkness. That this someone is me and as much as I want to get out of it, its pulling me inside. And eventually I learn to believe that darkness to be my sanctuary.
I imagine a man sitting on the hood of a car smoking one last cigarette as he watches the night sky. The stars start to fade out one by one and in the distance screaming can be heard from all the people as the world quickly approaches its doom. The man feels wavering emotions of fear and depression, but at the same time, immense wonder and even hope as a ring of emptiness slowly forms in the ever growing darkness. With one last drag the man feels the very Earth around him start to crumble and break as he and the rest of humanity sores in the terrifying and exhilarating unknown.