Poltergeist Test - White noise session

They rented out a manor where the old walls held their breath laid wires on the pillow And called the unknown depth A red light in the corner silver leads against the skin Now ask the room a question Now let the test begin One man came with numbers And one man came with prayer one man came for glory Just by being there They said, tell us what you see They said, no dark can hurt you now They said, let the signal speak But the dark, it would not bow You cannot weigh the wound and not become the scale You cannot map the darkness and think you know the trail One girl was the locked door one girl was the scream and every hand that measured them was summoning the dream Chris opened her eyes laughing no glass, no wires, no chair the room had come unfastened and left her standing there “Oh my,” she whispered, smiling half wonder and half pride then snapped back to the table with the white noise still inside But Kasia heard a low voice that knew her childhood name Krakow opened in her ears and up the old dark came She tore the leads from cheek and brow And struck the wires from her skin not the test, and not the sound but the room she had locked in You cannot weigh the wound and not become the scale You cannot map the darkness and think you know the trail She did not loose the nightmare She only drew the bar They asked what moved inside her then blamed her for the dark Gordon watched the needle jump and called the terror proof Paul kept near the instruments when stones fell from the roof Chris said yes to wonder though her frightened body knew to be the chosen lightning was a lovely thing to do Billy knew the inner road the drum, the breath, the thread but the map is not the country when the country is unsaid Stones came down like verdicts from the ceiling they were hurled some men saved the instruments one man reached for the girls But even hands that shield you can miss the hour to stop even love can hold a lantern too close to see the lock You cannot weigh the wound and not become the scale You cannot map the darkness and think you know the trail One girl was the locked door one girl was the scream and every hand that measured them was summoning the dream Above the empty manor Kasia walked without a sound up the stairs and to her room where her sleeping face was found In every darkened window was a face she almost knew not demon, not deliverance just Kasia looking through She held the lantern forward To part the dream from fact behind her, miles of empty dark And the growl that answered back Beneath the child’s bedframe a hand came out the dark nine years on, in attic dust Billy reached out from the heart The arm beneath her childhood bed was reaching from upstairs the hand that came to rescue her had always found her there When he tried to save the woman he terrified the child the rescue was the haunting waiting all the while Chris woke screaming Kasia was gone Walls like thunder Lights withdrawn Paul came crawling from the dark with proof around his bones every bite that wasn’t there had marked him as its own The house began to answer in timber, tooth, and flame every locked room opened when someone said her name No more glass, no altered state no more gentle thread Kasia in the attic with the living and the dead You cannot weigh the wound and not become the scale You cannot map the darkness and think you know the trail She did not loose the nightmare She only drew the bar They asked what moved inside her then blamed her for the dark One girl was the locked door one girl was the scream and every hand that measured them was summoning the dream Test discontinued. Test continuing. Baseline broken. Room beginning. The room was never candle-wide It only let her think it was The room was final proof What the darkness still undoes