Begotten

[meccahi]

When will you listen
waiting to learn
wiping this langor
with an angry return
this is not a love song
this is not a dirge
just a rambling
of petulant words
well I sleep
and I sleep well
without the silence
of this wandering shell
to hide in
crack with a hammer
back to where I was before
waiting for the words to
pour
we're not here
and I'm not more
but what I am or was
what I am or was
what I am