Heights.

I’m afraid of heights,

Can you just imagine,

Tripping off a cliff,

You’re death imminent,

I hate the feeling I get,

When I ride certain roller coasters,

My intestines raising in my body,

And I just throw them up,

I never been on a plane,

And I know it’s not likely to happen,

But a fiery death or a watery end,

Could happened,

I know I know,

I sound so scared,

Some times I can’t help it,

They’re always there,

They make everything far more worse,

Then what it seems,

Little things appear huge,

But Alice this isn’t a dream,

I wish I could enjoy things,

Without them bothering me,

Maybe I could be normal,

If death wasn’t always taunting me.

~a sleepy ghost~

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Author: Liv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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