Cyanotic

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