The bloodied shoe

 
Walking in the woods 
there lies a bloody shoe 
I find a bloodied nail 
and a severed finger or two 
trying to walk away 
going to get help 
I step in a trap 
and I let out a yelp 
I see a man with no tan 
covered with a mask 
coming out the shadows 
with a bloody flask 
he let's me free 
but not completely 
he has a knife in hand 
he told me if I screamed or yelp 
that he'd slit my throat in a second or two 
And I'd wind up just like 
the man with the bloody shoe

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