Two forces fighting within oneself.
|Only thing about my awakening|
Is I hear the world whispering
But two unfamiliar word sound rings
Among the sharplike thread of strings
Over back where darkness lies deep within
All hidden under a paper-thin
Overtaking me and resisting to win
To go to waste and go wild in
Forefront, a room for the light
And it will soon entirely white
But my back insist to fight
Only, of course, they cant sustain the right
The silence ain't no fading
And my brain is extremely talking
What exactly am I hearing?
And doing in midst of darkness and lightning?