He stands on a precipice, peering into the light
What looks back is nothing like he\'s ever seen
A murky creature seeping in and out of life
The phantom human beckons across the ravine
With no words exchanged, a gesture is offered
Cross the verge, \"stand upon the other side\"
His ghostly hand extended, his visage is altered
The man now treads across the deadly divide
Silently, in the dark
Floating in the abyss
Suddenly, in the light
Falling through the oculus
Splendor of color
Kneeling before the
Ripped from the
Awake to see it perish
With his eyes wide he begins to panic and cry out
To be stripped from such a perfect state.
I must return, I cannot concentrate!\"
These thoughts consume
Every waking breath
Anxious amid doom
The second night left him with despair, unable to return, sorrow filling his heart
With anger he tried to reopen the portal, but to no avail, he consistently fails
And with no recourse he weeps until he gently falls to sleep, seeing the ghost and then
Heartlessly the wraith speaks aloud \"you are never to return again\"
Mortified at this rejection, at a loss for words
Maniacal; he will never witness that paradise again
Nothing to salvage, nothing to love, all which he asks for, to go back above
No reason to remain, no binding to home, hanged in the forest, dying all alone