Pale - Poem by Brandon Griffee
White noise and pure silence,
Maddening in its twisted nature,
Constant wind against the door,
Furnace buzzing evermore,
Sanity falls atop the floor,
Deadened body appearing lifeless,
Blood is mist in a chilling air,
Black as death in this nightmare.
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