Error - Emptiness

Am I the grave of the land or just the shape of dirt

Tired to become to begin to end

There is something coming

Am I the grave of the land I’m yearning for an empty goal

To bless your fault your lapse you

All I know I fall

Error feeds from time and color not enough

My error I’ve reached the shape of a man but still a man of dirt

Tired to begin again and again

Bored that something is coming

I am the grave of the land and just a man of dirt

Tired to become to begin to fail

There is something coming