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 whore 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