In Flames

Bible Arm on social hell spins its downward spiral
with each year of unprogression a fine of failure is added
closer than ever to the edge, a faith in resident martyrs
strong object track my body, my body down.
Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light
between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era
digging through the graves of giants, words fly to me
a lonely load, like a promise failing miserably
running through like an alphabet of hate