Hurt..
pain..
Suffering...
One house alone on a hill,
hidden away, by ones will.
In side a killer,
A true blood spiller.
Its own blood spilled,
Now its unforfilled.
A childs toy?
A normal child?
A mix of both,
comes forth.
To take away lives,
To make them suffer.
Inorder to make its own pain,
Disappear.. ..