Hungry Lights
Reflaugh
Part of me dead
I only wonder what will happen to the other half
I think there’s almost comfort in the slavish life
A voice is knocking to me
It’s always talking to me
-I think it’s telling me the technique to break free
But I need a moment, so hush!
I’m tired of rushing
You think you’ve caught on?
Watch me deny you—don’t touch me!
-Not strong enough to fit through the casket
I dwell behind the mask that tamed the lion
I’m a shell inside a fitted tux
All my luck’s turned to rust
When it stops, I’m down in the ground
-Double-three ft. drop
Are you shocked?
You would need a hospital before you bled out!
But me?
I’ve other options

Keep on marching ‘til I’m so sure I can’t-
I can’t feel my feet
I don’t need them
I don’t need them!
The fingers of the sea would keep me in their palm

The echo of my soul was evident and getting to me
Backed to the edge of my world
And prayed to whatever gods I had left
But no one answered me
There was no one comforting
The friction ignited
-Smothered anything I kept inside
Fear of the dark!
My shadow, now such a size
That if I fought, I’d surely be swallowed up
No more resisting
Some rewrote the shore
Under this mask
See the face of the w**** who shoved me into this crate
Held the gate
Should’ve waited for my fate
-No room, couldn’t do it—didn’t choose to escape!
Don’t call me crazy!
If I was you, I’d peace out!
But me?
I’ve other options
Keep on marching ‘til I’m so sure I can’t-
I can’t feel my feet
I don’t need them
I don’t need them!
The fingers of the sea would keep me in their palm

Suh mi force it dung
Dem doughts spun ‘run inna fi mi head
Mi nuh longa want to see wid de eye
Or feel wat de mon can feel
Jah, gimmi de wud fah dat faking
Jah, gimmi de wud fah dat lie
Aal de bones inna mi been de aching
To step fram de board to de light
Jah keep mi unda dat ceiling
Jah keep mi unda dat lie
Fi mi choices tap mi fram lef
An mi cannot guh ‘til it’s rite
Peace of de mind—peace of de mind
Quiet, quiet!
Just let mi die!
Ef mi get bak to yuh, history packing up
Lef fah de new world, lef aal de rest behine

I don’t think I’m coming home tonight
I don’t feel well anymore
Something tells me I’ve gone a little bit crazy
And now you know!
So what’s left to say?
I’ve made mistakes
But you don’t see me wishing on the stars
No, you won’t catch me dreaming anymore
For the wishing ends when I reach new shore
My captor woke, and my visage torn
All walls collapsed
I could never right the vicious death-trap that is my life