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Paranormal, beyond the realm of the way –

Spirits locked and left away.

Anonymously. Tempted to take your breath away,

So beware - your screams may fill the void.

The phenomenon known as white noise.

 

Never identified and never explained,

Ghostly entities never tamed.

Hear the claims of rattling chains, the rain,

Voice of many waters hidden in the grain.

Calling your name, crackling in the backdrop.

Chills run like currents at spots; hold that thought …

Something’s not right; watched at every angle

Dim the candle. Listen to the turnings of a door handle

You can feel your nerves rattling; your body’s battling

Trying to distinguish between reality and illusion

It’s actually an infusion; a cocktail of dread and debacle

A portal to the other side; the under side

Where darkness thrives; lies sleep deprived

At your very side ready to strike

Grab you by your ankles and drag you feet first 

Stay silent.  Stay on your toes. Prepare for the worst

Hear the banging, spooked to your core; rush to the door

You try to escape, but the shadows corner your every turn

Laughing because you didn’t learn – never mess with the dead

Grab you by your throat; the pockets of your coat

Going blind as you’re taken to the endless depths

So go ahead and scream; you’ll only lose your voice

Converted to a common casualty known as white noise

 

Paranormal, beyond the realm of the way

Spirits locked and left away

Anonymously tempted to take your breath away

So beware - your screams may fill the void

The phenomenon known as white noise

 

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