A White Room Iii

The walls are white the floor is bear A figure stands there in the corner in the shadows It is there at the edge of sight A HUM at the edge of night Silence Is crushing This second sight This noise of white Clawing closer Moving in to this This sphere of oblivion A white noise is clouding the fear The dark figure stands there thoughts like ghosts of someone who lived here turn of white light waves crashing through this room through thoughts and sight sing a singular singularity of white In a white room with black windows