Scared of Ghosts

Aa Harvey

Scared of Ghosts.

 

 

A ghost appears through the eyes full of tears

And scares us so much, it awakens our fears.

Is it real or not?  We can’t know for sure;

But it seems so real to us as it enters our world.

 

 

Will it hurt us, will it kill us, will it make us a ghost?

We don’t know so we run away, but to where we don’t know.

Just as long as the ghost is gone, because we’re scared out our minds.

No I’m not crazy!  It was there!  Are you blind?

 

 

No I’m not joking; I saw it, an apparition before me.

It was see through, but there.  It’s a complete mystery.

I never used to believe in ghosts, before now;

But I saw it; it was there!  It could kill me somehow.

 

 

So I ran out the house and down the street

And all the neighbour’s must have heard my screams;

But that doesn’t mean I’m crazy.  I saw it; it was real.

The ghost stood there before me and scared me.  It was ethereal.

 

 

Some people say ghosts can’t hurt you, but how do they know?

Have they seen a ghost, lurking down there in the shadows?

I was scared to death, by this image of the dead,

So believe me when I say I am not out of my head.

 

 

A dead person stood before me and I saw it shimmer in the light;

It was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.  Oh what a fright.

It appeared at night; do they not appear during the day?

I don’t know and I don’t want to find out.  I’m moving; ok!

I can’t stay in this house; it is haunted.  I’m out of here!

I believe in ghosts now; they are my biggest fear.

They can’t touch me?  I don’t believe you; I won’t risk it, goodbye.

I’m getting as far as I can from this spirit.  It was my own fright night.

 

 

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 29th, 2018 01:14
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Aa. Yup, the only thing anyone gotta be scared of is me singing, ghostly or not! heehee.

    • Aa Harvey

      "The ghost of you, it keeps me awake...

      My friends had you figured out.
      Yeah they saw what's inside of you.
      You tried hiding another you,
      But your evil was coming through.
      These eyes sitting on the wall.
      They watch every move I make.
      Bright light living in the shade.
      Your cold heart makes my spirit shake.

      I had to go through Hell to prove I'm not insane.
      Had to meet the Devil just to know his name...

      ...And at most, I'm sleeping all these demons away,
      But your ghost,
      The ghost of you, it keeps me awake...

      Each time that I think you go,
      I turn around and you're creeping in,
      And I let you under my skin,
      'Cause I love living innocent...

      Your ghost, the ghost of you, it keeps me awake..."

      Ella Henderson - Ghost


      My singing sounds like it could be as bad as yours. I guess we will have to let Ella Henderson do the singing instead.



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