Knocking |
Knocking Is it the wind outsideOr is it just the gloom talkingWould it be a whisper of something unknownOr just a ghost lost & walking Could it knock on my doorAt this very hourAsking for a name I n...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:48:00 GMT |
Rosalie |
Rosalie When I lay my head at nightShe comes to me in purest whiteA ghostly shell in haunting lightWhispering sounds of feverish fright Cold as deaths lifeless handsTouching my soul with evil deman...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Sep 2009 20:22:00 GMT |
