The Ghost

I

I live in a house with no windows
a black curtain hangs on my door.
The voices of conscience torment me
I live in a room with no floor.

II

There’s dirt in the corner I can’t see
there’s water that runs down the wall.
There’re mice in the attic above me
and rats playing games in the hall.

III

I live in a house with no windows
and sleep in a room with no heat.
The darkness of life that surrounds me
Keeps out the sounds of the street.

IV

I wake when the shadows have fallen
and walk when the memories cease.
When purpose in life has no meaning
and only the wicked find peace.

V

Each night you sense that I’m by you
you feel my breath as you sleep.
You hear the faint creak of the floorboards
as out from the shadows I creep.

VI

I live in a house with no windows
I live in a house that’s now yours
It’s my voice you think that you’re hearing
for I died in this room with no doors.