I hear the wind in the trees
I see the darkness of the path before me
I smell the freshness after the rain
I feel the loneliness of this cold wood
I taste the fear that I have for the unknown
I hear foot steps behind me
I see nobody, it’s too dark
I smell the uncertainty that I have
I feel nervous who it there
I taste the blood in my mouth for biting my tongue to hard
I hear the steps getting louder and louder
I see the tiny light at the end of the path
I smell the panic building quicker
I feel the person right behind me
I taste the horror that’s tearing around my body urging me to run
I hear the trees rushing past
I see the light dimming as if I am going to other way
I smell the person he’s right behind me
I feel him grabbing my arm, it’s too late
I taste the cowardliness that has over come me
I hear nothing
I see my room all around me
I smell the faint smell of breakfast cooking down stairs
I hear mum yelling at me to get out of bed and ready for school
I taste the relief that it was only a dream.
Until the next time i close me eyes…
~ LAYDEE OF DA NITE ~