The Ghost Chaser

This is the houseof my silencewhere the hourswatch outfor my raremomentsof clarityand purityI'm waiting for your comebackto this miserable placewhere the ghosts of my past liveI'm waiting for your comebackand for death and miseryand a deaf and mute famineThis is the homeof my disguisewhere the hoursare passing byI'm waiting for your comebackfor someone to forgetthis iron cladded burial placeI'm waiting for your comebackand for blame and regretvain illusions and empty shadesThis is an house of concrete stonea peaceful place of calm and joya safe and sound harbour of soulwhere anybodywill always rest in peaceThis is the house of fog and ragea narrow place of discontenta dark bleak hole of sufferingwhere nobodycan rest in peaceI yet await for some comebacka ghost to put a pillowwith worn out cold handsover my tired face