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.