••Sing with me,

Songs of darkness and morbid victory••

"Hey...hey, look at me." A voice called, sounding so far away and I frowned, loving the calm and hating the sudden disturbance. "Please, open your eyes," Now warm hands were lightly holding my face to shake me awake. I frowned again and left the state of white bliss I was in and pried my eyes open.

It felt like I could only part my eyes halfway open; opening it all the way felt like a herculean task and as my eyes came into view with the world surrounding me, the pain came rushing through my entire body like a giant angry...