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    A new form of hell...that is what the world had become...if only you could see. the demons...the devils...right in front of you. It's my job now...to reveal the pain, the death, the tears that really exist beyond what we call happiness. It wasn't originally my job, a year ago I was just simple doctor, working late hours, simply trying to save lives. Something happened...something that caused me to much pain to bare, that's when I saw her, that demon, the devil, a murderer. A small, blond girl in an old style white night gown. She looked so pale...so lifeless...so....dead. She stood there, staring at me. She sang...I couldn't believe it. There I was feeling a pain that would drive anyone insane and there she stood singing....

    Ring around the rosy... pocket full of posies....ashes....ashes...we all fall down...

    Then in a heart beat she was gone...no one saw...just me. I thought I was insane. But I didn't want to give up hope. Not yet. I needed someone to blame my tragedy on. If I didn't have someone to blame I would surely go mad. I needed her. That small innocent, ghost like child. She was my angel, that I was going to turn into my own personal demon. I shall blame her for ever life I loose at the hospital. I shall blame her for everything. She won't care...She won't know...She probably didn't even exist...just my imagination in my own weakness...

    That song...It still rings in my ears like a blood curdling scream. A childish song...many don't know what means. The dark secrets it would reveal to me. the pain it would create for others...It was a hell. the song, the girl, the pain. All of it. The song drawing you with curious thoughts. Who would be singing at such a time? The small innocent looking girl. Who would wonder around when someone just died? The pain. Who would allow themselves to be consumed by such a thing? People wish to find the answers...but as most people know. Sometimes things are better left alone. Somethings can not be controlled. Somethings...are just there to kill the ones who are looking.

    Ring around the Rosy (Childs Play edit)