The Ghost Chaser

This is the house

Of my silence

Where the hours

Watch out

For my rare

Moments

Of clarity

And purity

I'm waiting for your comeback

To this miserable place

Where the ghosts of my past live

I'm waiting for your comeback

And for death and misery

And a deaf and mute famine

This is the home

Of my disguise

Where the hours

Are passing by

I'm waiting for your comeback

For someone to forget

This iron cladded burial place

I'm waiting for your comeback

And for blame and regret

Vain illusions and empty shades

This is an house of concrete stone

A peaceful place of calm and joy

A safe and sound harbour of soul

Where anybody

Will always rest in peace

This is the house of fog and rage

A narrow place of discontent

A dark bleak hole of suffering

Where nobody

Can rest in peace

I yet await for some comeback

A ghost to put a pillow

With worn out cold hands

Over my tired face