Trapped

As the wind begins to howl , and the trees begin to blow. You walk a little faster, cause you already know. The steps are at a distance, but getting closer now. Still you know that something, smells a little foul. You hear the wolves a howling, the leaves begin to crack. You just sit -n- focus, and try to stay on track. Your mind begins to wonder, as your looking left to right. All the things that could happen, on such a darkened night. The moon is full and grey in tone. All at once you hear a moan. It gets a little louder, every step you take. Still you know that somethings, just a little fake. Your heart is beating faster, as you begin to sweat. The palms on your hands, are feeling rather wet. The color of your skin, is that of ashy white. The lump in your throat, is just a little tight. All at once you stop. It's time to face your fear. But when you turn to look. It's you that's in the mirror.