Manor Of Brianna

Knock upon the eastern doorWaiting for so much moreWhat will come I don’t knowEmptiness is all that greets though Whispers from the open hallsSeem to be a million callsStep inside to find noughtFeelings are making me faught Banging from the floor abovePlace is devoid of loveA barren place to sleepOnly a dinstinctive creep Giggles inContinue reading “Manor Of Brianna”