Waiting for a ghost
In the shadows of my heart, I yearn for a new start.
Waiting at the edge, a cold breeze drifting in.
Staring at a watch, broken clocks fill my mind waiting to repeat a time.
Calling a name of a lost soul in the abyss, waiting for a clear hint of sin.
Cracks rearrange my place, as the sunrays glow around the past days.
The seas touch my hands as I fall into a string leading to a memory of glass.
Frozen in place I see are last scene, when you flew away on broken metal gears.
I stare at the sea, waiting for the truth I seek,
Only to find that this world is the only true reality.
My heart grows hollow, my soul goes numb,
A man waiting for a ghost to come.