Random Short Poems

by Amiss

Rec [0] poem.

Author's Note:

I would like to thank Rinnaul for use of their story Rec [0] and urge you to check it out first. The rights to this story are in no way my own, the credit would go to
Rinnaul
electreXcessive
And Flint Sparks

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...