JHem

Thoughts gather towards a mystery, Doing their best to learn from history. With ancients rising from the grave, Spirit's appear to haunt my soul. A run down mirror reflects a hungry ghost Constantly searching for truer answers. Words condensate into empty wishes, Wanting a map towards past riches. Spirits guide me towards the empty, All that is here is but a memory. Your gaze reminisces in front of my eyes. My vision blurries, wondering if they're lies. Through yearning, I make this my home. Hoping looking inward is satisfactory. Playing the tape on repeat to distortion. Putting my hands focus on restoration. With imperfection, things look brand new, Is what I made what's genuinely true? Scrambling to reveal the perfect mimic, Earnestness is lost to romantic airs. Through burnout alone, I light my fire, To allow embers to consume you to retire.