Room full of blood… what have i done?

The blood’s on my hands, I’ve killed again....

dead roses thrown about

sad tracks and puddled tears

lively voices call out

where things you cant see are given voice

and things wander about

without choice

sad souls and dying breaths

amongst the clouds

and fallen crests

a dead rose for you

and a dead rose for i

we share this too...

without u , wilted roses .

no water , no soil .

in the corner , crying .

without u , my breath is gone .

my life line , my everythin .

stay with me .

i need you ....

they start with the cookies , then the pies . soon they compete with the cupcake . ryan and georgia smile across the counter . they pass a look while the judges do the judging .

“ we have a winner .” says one .

“ ryan .”

in the room later , the back room , georgia congratulated ryan . he bent forward , his lips brush hers ....

writhing along the walls , a shadow on the hunt for a victim . something i fear has entered my home , something worse than a spider , a snake or a ghostly sheet . fear itself lurks near . ...

i know y the caged birds sing ...

its a secret , no one knows .

in shadows they sing , defying their plight ,

caged birds ignite , with songs of pure light .

their melodies soar , breaking chains of despair ,

chorus of freedom , filling the air .

give you.com credit 4 this, i didnt know what i was doing ....