Radio Silence

White Noise.
Static.
No feedback.
Manic.

Call to base,
call to self –
No Answer
Panic.

No falling
just crashing.
The Nightmare.
The Carnage.

Mr. Jekyll,
Mr. Hyde,
Final Battle.
Final Torment.

No voices.
No madness.
More sacrificies
in silence…

No recall
yet
of the drug-induced
defiance.

See-r,
Believer,
does the crystal ball
scare you?

Does the
blood
on your table
call forth an old taboo?

Sit,
wringing your hands
and calling out to –
who?

White Noise.
Static.
No Feedback.
Radio Silence