Snatched map

I look at the mirror and I 

honestly find ghosts

Some stranger's face

I wish I could know

There are tales in my head

My thoughts are tied in a knot

My maps' been snatched

I don't know where to go

The older me call my name

But these voices out number the claims

There is a fire i feel

An ocean ready to bleed

Is it me who dies?

or is it me giving life?

It's all just a whisper

Running right across my mind