I, who am mostly small And was supposed to be just insignificant, Was never much of a face. So weird being changed By the contagious childhood prayers. It's been a while since I feared birth And the masonry gargoyles. It's been a while since I've resolved And self-inscribed into the archways. Screw being wasted mid-scream, Screw being wasted at all. After this I always failed to enter looking for the ending. Maybe I was born wrong, But in any case I was born.