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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