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// Rec [0] poem. 
// Story: Random Short Poems 
// by Amiss 
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You know the eerie feeling
Something is there that you cannot see
But I did see it
So now it comes for me

The second that I saw it
It was suddenly too late
For but a single glance
Had sealed my fate

I'd been at a party
On that wretched night
And had gotten a new camera 
That had caught that foul sight

I now record my thoughts
Though they may be damming you
I just want to warn others
And wish somepony else knew

Wait, where was I?
I'm sorry I forgot
But I've been here for days
And my own thoughts cannot be sought

Well, I was at my cabin 
When it caught my eye
A glimpse of shadowed evil
That would cause me to die

From then I felt it's pressure
The feeling growing every hour
It is hard to explain
But felt like a dark power

I decided to see it
And that set my fate
I set up my camera
And sat down in wait

I could feel it drawing closer 
Yet still I did not move
For this thing's existence 
I had to prove 

The air became silent
And I could meet a sharp chill
Not running away
Took all of my will

I was relieved
As a sun's beam passed by
Breaking away the cold
And leading me to sigh

But I knew it was still there
So I got the recording 
But was not prepared
For what I would be seeing

I watched myself 
On the small screen
And saw the dark figure
Unlike anything I'd seen

The figure stood featureless 
As a dark silhouette  
An empty wretched image
That was now causing me to fret

I locked myself up
Inside of the cabin
To delay impending death
From that creature made of sin

Now each night it comes 
As it waits for a chance 
To remove me my witness
Because of my ill glance

Each night it claws
And degrades my barricade 
Each night I grow more tired
And my sanity begins to fade

But now it is getting closer
The scratches a louder din
And still I am stranded 
Segregated from my kin

I hear some boards tear off
And know I don't have long
And now I know my hope
Is contested and wrong

I know now this is not right
I cannot condemned you too
I must destroy this footage
As the dammed right thing to do

Now nopony will know
What became of me
I hope I broke it enough
So that you may not see

I find it kind of funny
In a bucked up sort of way
That I am talking to myself
For nopony can hear what I say

As death comes closer
And the wood planks splinter and break 
I can just yell "BUCK YOU" to it
Because of my mistake

So now that it's getting in
As it knocks away the door
I just hope to be remembered
After I am no more...