The wrong road

She took a turn,

looking for a quicker way.

Where it lead,

turned out to be a evil day.

As she turned,

she felt a quick and painful yank,

the stinch of thier breath was so rank.

She had a burden to great to bare,

she felt like screaming it into the air.

She could not excape it in her tortured own,

everytime she slept she heard that awful moan.

So she rid of the pain the only way she knew how,

she cut herself,

and watch the blood trickle down.

As the blood puddled up,

she let out a yell.

For she finally,

broke that tragic spell.