From the stars,

a beam of light cross's the sky.

if you knew what it really was.

the fear from the reality
would make you cry.

I first heard him, up in the tree climbing around.

I wonder what the hell that is!

stalking me in the night so dark,

he makes no sound!

suddenly!

what is this?

a pitter patter now on my roof.

I know it couldn't be Santa

he's not real.

there's no real proof.

also, Santa is fat!

this thing was fast.

scared the shit outta me.

ran out in a sonic blast.

went to see who or what the fuck it could even be!

Nothing!

no sound!

so dark!

couldn't even see!

so I rested, and thought about what the fuck just happened?

where'd it go?

I'm not trippin.

I just don't know!

THEN

oh shit!

branches breaking and cracking.

as I hear something creep up in my neighbors yard.

I turn real fast, why don't i see it?

I don't see shit;

looking real hard.

then I saw.

in front of my face, only seen on my phone.

A mother fucking Alien!
.
We are not Alone!

NO LIE

THIS POEM IS TRUE

MY COVER PICTURE IS WHAT WAS TAKEN

REAL SCARY SHIT

WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
© Derrick Peterson