Listen up I'll only say this a thousand times
barking, I'm talking, it's just the hounds I mime
the loud mouth of a shy child that likes to rhyme
so I fed him with words but the grown man snorted the lines
he overdosed and from the casket I arose, smelling of pine
the words are for him, the lines are his and the verse is mine
with a collection born from a mind stuck on rewind.
Silently I dream a dream of something free
the cost is great but the boundaries I can't see
rain pours and the fog rolls in, still I can see that it's only me
with room for another and that will always be
so sshhh, let me sleep before the reaper finds the key.