Since when did I veer here?
A starless night peering over the pier.
Why was it again?
Did I co-operate with these corporate correlations?
Was it money or the fame?
Or a chance of blissful superstition.

Yet, my mind wanders over.
To the ghost boy over yonder.
"Will you jump?" he says.
"Who are you?" I beg.
Bad response, I fret.
He vibrates, I dread.

"Where's your tongue?" The boy smirks.
I raise my voice, but its inert.
My mouth has vanished, I screamed to no avail.
"You didn't give me a good answer. So it looks like you failed."

I begin to fall, fall and fall with no sense of senses.
My heart begins to race, as I realized this state of emptiness.
All kinds of emotion pushes their way to the end.
Only the constant fear of almost-dead, does this madness begins.

Fall......
Fall.....
Fall....
My mind begins to swell
Fall...
fall..
fall.
"Is this truly hell?"

- Ghost appearing before a man comtemplating death, only to strip him of that.