The screen hums a tune that I can't ignore.
Gray noise whispers through my open door.
Fingers trace the static like a secret code.
Every buzz feels like a story untold.
The color of static, screaming loud.
In the silence, it raps like a heavy shroud.
The color of static, it's all I see.
A fractured mirror staring back at me.
The shadows flicker,
they dance in place like ghosts on a reel I can't erase.
Each crackle burns a hole in time.
Static's the rhythm, chaos the rhyme.
It pulls me in, it spits me out.
A tangled scream, a whispered shout.
The color of static, it's all I see.
A fractured mirror staring back at me.
It's the hum of the void,
the pulse of the unknown.
The static's alive, it's a world of its own.
I reach for the sound,
but it slips through my hand.
A deafening silence I can't understand.
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