If You're Going To Be a Ghost, Are You Going To Watch Me?

Mountains are looming Screaming those letters In no specific order Eyes begin to twist Who ever really knows Anyone in a room Toss your final coin, Backdrop altered to my liking Am I pulling on the strings A tower rising in the sky Trying to leave one's mind Hushed with no escape Ascent unlikely Bones cut up, Breathing in mercury Laid upon the table Embrace the past Ignore the future.