The Ghost's an Illusion.

I got to the end of my rope 
And hit the ground. 

I stood up, 
And the rope was dangling above me 
With my ghost in it's coils. That left me 
Nothing 
To forget. So 
I dusted myself off, 
And went to the other side of the room. 

She was standing across from me, 
And it was here 
That we merged 
As one. 

The ghost was an illusion. If I could only 
Have known, I would never 
Have jumped, but now that I'm here, I 
Have to get my bearings. 

It's an abnormal thing 
To be standing when you've just died. But that's what he did: 
He killed me, and is now 
Better for it.