Dark betwixt Light

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?