Torpor - a state of lowered physiological activity typically characterized by reduced metabolism, heart rate, respiration, and body temperature that occurs in varying degrees
"kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life "
Evanescense
With every breath came a single beat. One slow soft beat, then nothing, nothing, it was nothing, the darkness of nothing, the cold of nothing, a feeling of complete and total nothingness. It wasn't like a dream one would wake up from, not like a nightmare one tried to escape, just an all encompassing nothing that stretched so far into one's awareness that one believed they were once and truly lost, for surely nothing existed beyond the black nothingness that permeated their very souls.
Breath, beat, then nothing. What had passed, a second, a minute, an hour. Time meant nothing, was nothing, for there was no escape here, no single miracle that would wake you from the depths of the black cold hell that was the cocoon of nothingness. It had no beginning and had no end, no feeling of remorse as to let you go, it was truly nothing.
Breath, beat.
And then it was there, that warm sweet flavour, the metallic smell, the sweet strength that was and seemed to fill every crevice, and suddenly it wasn't just nothing. Now it was pain, excruciating pain, ever lasting long ripping pain that would not end, that cared not to end. Pain that seared every nerve, every ending, every red cell the ripped into motion, into existence from the nothingness.
The shadows began to recede, the darkness becoming bland sickening grey, and panic insisted on breath, but breath refused to come. It was still out of reach, still calling and yet refusing to answer. It was still there, nothingness.
Breath, beat.
"kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life "
Evanescense
With every breath came a single beat. One slow soft beat, then nothing, nothing, it was nothing, the darkness of nothing, the cold of nothing, a feeling of complete and total nothingness. It wasn't like a dream one would wake up from, not like a nightmare one tried to escape, just an all encompassing nothing that stretched so far into one's awareness that one believed they were once and truly lost, for surely nothing existed beyond the black nothingness that permeated their very souls.
Breath, beat, then nothing. What had passed, a second, a minute, an hour. Time meant nothing, was nothing, for there was no escape here, no single miracle that would wake you from the depths of the black cold hell that was the cocoon of nothingness. It had no beginning and had no end, no feeling of remorse as to let you go, it was truly nothing.
Breath, beat.
And then it was there, that warm sweet flavour, the metallic smell, the sweet strength that was and seemed to fill every crevice, and suddenly it wasn't just nothing. Now it was pain, excruciating pain, ever lasting long ripping pain that would not end, that cared not to end. Pain that seared every nerve, every ending, every red cell the ripped into motion, into existence from the nothingness.
The shadows began to recede, the darkness becoming bland sickening grey, and panic insisted on breath, but breath refused to come. It was still out of reach, still calling and yet refusing to answer. It was still there, nothingness.
Breath, beat.