it begins with static
disharmonious
off time drums
and then a scream

it can only be described as pained

every instrument played in a different time signature

and the screaming

the room is pure white
so purely white
wall
floor
ceiling
indistinguishable

it is as if floating
except
the feel of the floor beneath
walls closing in

the squeal of brass
overlays
a pounding double bass

it may be a heart beat

all sound is muted
except for the music

cacophonous
diaphanous
grating
nails across the inner ear

the voice becomes
consumed
overlaid
undermined
enhanced
by a thin layer of quicksilver
bouncing off the speaker
intangible
incoherent
an invocation

and slowly
like sap oozing from a wound
tar begins to drip
from overly
stretched
tear
ducts
glacially
falling
down

staccato clicking
knuckles cracking
bone
snapping in time

brief silence

this ascension
mockingly
flipped
flippantly
scorned
scorch marks on the face of the sun
delving deeper
to the summits of madness

a room of light
a mind full of hell
synchronicity
impending doom

the martyr the sinner the saint the chosen the fallen the encroaching night the speaker the silence the

charred
frozen
micro bursts of hissing white noise
no beginning
no end
alpha
omega
metastatic

like a swarm of
flies
hornets
rolling naked in
stinging nettles
pins and needles and pain
sharp electrical misfires

and all remains
white

it begins with static
a harmony of disharmonious wails
it never ends

hell and love
equally interchangeable
terms
of
internment

a vision
of
hell