Poe-induced randomness...

Little girl running through the woods
Who the hell are you?
Little girl running through the woods
What are you going to do?

Running through the woods
And crying your heart out.
Do not worry little girl,
I am sure it is not your fault.

Running, running, running
Tripping and falling here and there.
Be careful, little girl,
Now you have dirt in your hair!

Finally the little gril stops
And looks all the way around.
But no one is here, little girl,
And the silence is profound.

The little girl reaches her bag
And grabs the hilt of a knife.
She aims for her heart,
And all is over in one strike.

Little girl, little girl,
Why this all of a sudden?
Though, you look as like
You have been lifted such a heavy burden...

But your mummy will get mad,
You ruined a blouse that was so nice!
And daddy will go crazy
When he sees you took his hunting knife!

The little girl now lies on the floor
Lifeless and ever so still.
Blood drains from her chest,
But the pain is no longer real.

Her eyes remain wide open
Staring blankly at the sun.
She now seems to be at peace,
For she is no longer on the run.

Little girl, I recognise you now
And at last, you are free!
And so, here ends the gloomy tale
Of the running little girl that was me.