I was listening to this song earlier and the opening reminded me so much of Punk's entrance music, then after listening to the lyrics more closely I decided to settle in for my second shot at slash.
The song that I used is This Calling by All That Remains. It's a loud song, lots of shouting similar to Punk's entrance music, but the lyrics when you read them are so touching.
I hope you guys like this one. If you think it'll make an interesting story in itself let me know, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it yet.
I secretly crave, crave that scent again
Still feel it pressing on me now
Now with the onset, my flesh is weakening
I steel my nerves for temptations at hand again
Phil fell back on his hotel room bed, his dark eyes casted towards the ceiling. He took in a deep breath, a lingering scent filling him as he did. It smelled of sugar and sweat. He felt his eyes fall shut as he took in another deep breath, his body filling with the sweet, tempting scent. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the sound echoing throughout his mind and the cold silence of the room. He shook himself to try and steady his shaking, quivering body, wanting nothing more than to calm the ever growing temptations that filled him.
No secret deception, for these would tear this down
I'll note the past, spare the pain (spare the pain)
Words match my deeds with brutal honesty
Never forget these choices were made by me
His body craved the one thing that he knew he could never have. The feeling of soft touches across his skin, the soft brushes of hair strands as they brushed across his cheeks when they laid together long into the night, the feeling of a pair of light muscular arms wrapping themselves around him, holding him close. No, he had taken that away himself, he was the reason he was in the constant pain of temptation everyday. The constant curse of pain and torment that filled his days that tormented him more than he could ever say.
Not falling victim to the fire that burns inside of me
Though I am fearful I will not prevent this tragedy
My strength's been tested, I wear the scars that prove
Still I believe that this calling will see me through
Phil opened his eyes and stared up once more at the ceiling, tears casting their way into his eyes. He could feel the temptation; it hurt him to feel it within him, tearing up his heart. He ached every time he took a breath and smelled that one scent, the scent of what he no longer had. He sighed faintly, lifting his limp body from the bed and sat up, his gaze turning to the cloudy outside world just outside of his window. He could feel his heart grieve for what he no longer had, he could feel his breath quicken as he felt a course of shudders break through his body, quaking him from the inside out. He could feel it all, the scars of what he had lost, the scars of what torment his body was going through.
And I hear this calling
Still you don't seem so far at all (all)
And I hear this calling
Still you don't seem so far at all (all)
And I hear (and I hear) this calling out
His eyes fell shut as the tears that had filled him raced down his cheeks, sobs forcing their way out of his body, the heavy gasps as he tried to calm himself echoing through the silent hotel room. He begged his body to calm itself, he begged everything to just calm down, but his prayers went unanswered as his breathing quickened and his sobs grew louder. He shoved the palms of his hands against his eyes, pushing hard as if to stop the tears from falling but the traitors continued to pour down his cheeks.
My strength's been tested, I wear the scars that prove
Still I believe that this calling will see me through
Still I believe this calling will see me through, oh
Phil felt his body collapse upon itself, the little amount of strength he held within breaking down with every shudder, every sob. He could hear a small voice in his head calling out to him, the soft voice of that one person he tempted for telling him to calm down, begging to hear the soft laughter that normally came from Phil's lips, but no laugh came. Instead, another shaky sob broke its way through, sending Phil into another recession of shakes and sobs, his eyes growing red as the tears continued their way down his cheeks.
"I need you Enigma," he whispered into the dead silence before his body coursed with another series of sobs, blocking out the rain that now pelted its way down against the window, echoing his thoughts, his feelings, his pain. A pain, he felt, that would never release him.
