Sinking, falling, sinking, falling,
Worried friends and family calling,
The black sludge clings, pulls me down,
Sweet darkness comes from all around,
And as I inhale the black death-
I realise it's my last breath.

I want to fight, I want to stay-
So many last words I need to say-
But they can't hear me, way down here-
And now I have to disappear...

But wait, no! There's a choice,
I'm informed by an echoing voice,
I can leave, and never come back-
Or stay, until the sun burns black.

Ideas and thoughts swirl around my head,
Thinking clearer now, now that I'm dead.
Is it worth it, to say my last goodbyes-
To look once more upon the skies-
But never see what lyes beyond?
From heaven I must forever abscond.

But I can't leave, I decide,
From heaven, I will hide.
Celebrations will my family host,
When I come back, as a ghost!

No sooner then I am decided,
Then I open a groggy eyelid,
And find myself outside my home,
Alive again, but all alone.

I rush to find my family and tell-
That I have turned down heaven and hell,
And will live my days here, with them all!
My death undone, my life a ball!

Happiness is me, as I run,
Or, more glide, to be honest,
But I take no notice, ignore it-
Until I find my family, I won't rest!

Then, I see them, my family and friends-
Weeping, tears exstinguisihing their flaming tail-ends,
Weeping, shouting, sobbing, crying-
Can't over my temporary dying.

I call out loud, my words clear
But then, to my shock and fear,
My words aren't my own, but instead-
Of a different Pokémon-Pokémon that are dead!

They turn and scream, grief turns to rage-
And it's clear for all to see-
The sadness and anger at my passing-
They're channeling at...me!

I try to run, tell them to refrain-
But my dead lips just can't explain!
They incinerate me, I can't catch breath-
I run, avoiding my second death.

I flee, flying, feet off the ground-
Screaming only an unnatural sound,
The pain, the rage, the flame, the grief!
I plunge into a river, and gain sweet relief.

...Hours pass...Maybe days...
I awake, in a haze,
And stare at my reflection!
But no! This must be deception!

Because my face not stares back at me-
But the face of a dreaded Ghastly!
I stare, and realize what I've done-
Never can I explain to anyone.

I'm a ghost, shut off from those I loved-
I'll be attacked on sound or sight,
I'm harmless, not aggressive! But-
My very face inspires fright.

My days will be filled with despair,
I'm not dead, not fully alive-
But I can die a second time,
No afterlife for me, you see...
I guess I must learn to survive.
For non existence awaits, if I die,