thepaperraper

Rest assured, I haven't rested, long enough to dream.   I'm stuck, in what is blank enough, to blend me at the seam.   Seemingly, it's safe to be, a light without a beam. I am, but a passenger, tongueless, without ear, So surely, when I try to speak, I can all, but hear. Send me, as a messenger, a teller of what's here.  I could bear, to tell a tale, to you, what might be clear. For me, today is yesterday, a week, more than a year.   I have no fucking clue.   If I could fallow my own advice, I'd be perfect for me...  I can't, so I'm not, and I'm stuck in a fucking funk.

You confound in me, I spoke for two, surrounding me, a cloak for you, drown in me, I'm soaking through, this weathered wall, of old and new. I'm incredibly happy, and just as confused. what's a brain, without a heart? what's a voice, without its silence? what's a soul...what's a soul? you can find me, comfortable, without a shell.

I took my head off to fit this hat on my neck.  I traded tongues with a snake, for a predictable dialect.  Lost my ears in sonic warfare, at best I hear what's left of the same old shit that you hear.  I've been a pushover for as long as you say I've been,  I'll walk your bread crumb trail again.