[August 18, 2016]

She quietly walks down a broken path of fear
Nothing but the rustle of leaves in her ears
Her steps echo forever down twisted trees so near
The branches silently reach towards her from the rear
 
A blood mist settles in, blinding her way
The evil branches close in, forcing her to stay
The path becomes a forgotten memory, a labyrinth of fate
Gnarled like the trees, her screams trapped beneath her weight
 
Pinned to the frozen ground, the blood begins to pool
Torn and broken from the sinister trees so cruel
Her clothing ripped, she is exposed like a tool
Her tears fall as she screams and fights the ghoul
 
She is a victim to man, flesh man's disease
Many rush towards her broken figure with unease
They run past the criminal, hiding within the trees
To witness the blood that had trickled to her knees
 
She wasn't the first, she cannot be the last
For it will happen in the future, just like in the past
There will always be another victim, another to be gashed
For they will always exist, silently stabbing in the back