Antithesis

Surround myself in the forming structures. 
Expanding sonance through the broken ground. 
I lose myself inside the waves of static. 
Immerse myself within the walls of sound. 
Dissonance is all I hear. 

Dissonance is all too clear. Hope is relapsing. 
Faith is regressing. 
The nails are driving into my cross. 
Iron wrench in the gears of progress. 
A present darkness washes over me. 
Force myself to replay all the scenes within my mind. Pointing fingers persecute the leaders of the