Surround myself in the forming [bad word]  
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. 
present darkness washes over me. 
Force myself to replay all the scenes within my mind.
Pointing fingers persecute the leaders of the blind.