Around the time that I was six I took interest in ghosts I chose then that they exist Wanting to be what I called A "Mummiologist"
Fascination of beautiful creations Golden and blue Mythological creatures who Weigh your heart to the feather of truth
Pyramids that touch the sky Drawings of peculiar eyes Without the sense of time They were here just yesterday to I All the things they left for me to find...
Lost sleep like the hours I lose in a day Something like thirty or thirty-two Could've probably multiplied that by two
But what it lead to...
The freshest perspectives I've ever been shown In the upstairs of the place I call home Watch my room transform into something unexpected Trying to hold down the fear of the unknown Swimming in open water Like what's under my feet Sharks are pretty scary like little demons of the sea How could I not be afraid of the demons The ones that come from me Back and forth like a battle Limit vs. infinity Closer and closer Until I shut down and finally go to sleep