White Noise (Ballad Version)

February 1, 2014

Oh’ box of obscure filter, pretty box of dancing white and silver. Inside,

I hear voices whisper, making my television antennae quiver.

Jolts trigger, from the T.V screen to my fingers to the buttons of the clicker.

Captivating scenes penetrated by a cocktail of screams,

It comes alive at night, jumping out my television screen.

The silence of the night, daggered by a deadly medley of noises

On the television set where the white noise is.

Trembling noise from Hell’s very bowels-

Noise infiltrated by hideous growls. Insidious howls.

Unidentified. Unexplained - with a mystery untamed.

Voice of many waters hidden amongst the grain.

Is this electricity, static, or simply paranormal magic?

I turn to see the white noise after I changed the channel.

Again the white and silver scramble,

A portal of grand depths where the evil and the unknown are kept

In the white noise from my television set

Written by Thorne McFarlane

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