Static in Silence

The static fills the silence in the room,

A thin, cold whisper threading something new,

A broken signal trying to break through.

It drifts like fog, a slow encroaching gloom,

A trembling shadow staining every view,

The static fills the silence in the room.

It curls around the dark like some old wound,

A pulse that flickers pale instead of true,

A broken signal trying to break through.

It haunts the quiet corners where I bloom,

A ghostly hum that chills me as it grew,

The static fills the silence in the room.

It echoes faint, a warning of the doom

That rides the hiss no matter what I do,

A broken signal trying to break through.

And still I listen, caught inside its loom,

For something lost that once I almost knew,

The static fills the silence in the room,

A broken signal trying to break through.