The road will stretch on

by creeperfeverdreams

Published September 20, 2026

16+ Mature Content

In Marble Hornets fanfics

Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.

*This fanfic song/poem is under my folder “Marble Hornets fanfics”. This is based off the YouTube analog horror series called “Marble Hornets”. This is about everybody in a way, but is more so about a character named Tim Wright who is in the show. Anyway, enjoy!*

Roads stretching on into a gaping mass of nightmares

Trees twisting in a way that’s all too human 

Foggy nights speckled with rain

Hiding out in motels

Watching crackled-up VHS tape videos 

They’re too corrupted to tell the truth

Lies to keep us safe and sound

Pills and cigarettes to push away the forgotten memories

Childhood creeps in with killing claws

Fears manifest in blank faces and decayed hospitals

Our loved ones taken, one by one

Masks bring out the monster 

Do we even know ourselves anymore?

The world seems much colder when we’re all grown up

It doesn’t make sense now

But maybe if we stick together it will 

It’s coming to take you and me and all of us

We all played a part in bringing out the demon 

Tears in a broken building 

Nobody was ever there to hold you close

Crowbars to break our skin

There’s always an answer 

Don’t give up

It’ll be okay

That’s what they all say

Home is where the horror lives

Home is a forsaken hospital 

You’ll never be yourself again

What was “yourself”, exactly?

Maybe the normal life wasn’t for you

Since that faceless figure still follows you

It’ll follow everyone else too

Unless we slay the demon

And give this morbid movie 

A happy ending 

Comments & reviews · 3
Stickied · creeperfeverdreams commented Comment · Sep 20

@4revgreen I made a Marble Hornets work.

pinkladyapples wrote a review Review · 14h ago

I enjoy the imagery you use in this poem. It evokes a very strong image in my head. I have heard of marble hornets and seen clips, but not watched the whole thing. Though, I was still able to picture the world in my head as I read. The end bit about a morbid movie is a nice touch as I know marble hornets is filmed in a found footage style, so it is displayed to the watcher as a movie but is meant to be shown like real life, and it is so scary that is is like a morbid movie. The picture in my head of 'Trees twisting in a way that’s all too human' was very spooky and unique. Well done.

I’m glad you enjoyed this!

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4revgreen wrote a review Review · Sep 20

Ident News. A review is incoming. Switching to secure frequency now…

Hello writer, I’ll be reviewing using the CryCast template today!

//ST4-W — AWAITING COLLECTION//
(first impressions, initial read)


My first impression of this piece was that it was really cool to see a Marble Hornets-inspired work! I know you've done a few before, but this is my favourite. It's so original and really captures the vibe of the totally underrated series.

//SIGNAL CLEAR ON 94.5//
(what’s working, strongest parts of the piece)


I think the strongest part of the piece is the imagery and how clearly it paints a picture despite being quite short. It has a terrifically creepy vibe running through it that even people who don't know the series can understand what it's about.

//RELAYS DOWN//
(weak points, things that broke the connection)


You said that it was a song/poem and i think it works as a poem, but it doesn't quite work as a song for me. Other than that, I don't think there are any weak points!

//FREQUENCY CHANGE REQUIRED//
(suggestions, things to consider revising)


To make it work as a song, perhaps in the future you could split it into verses and have a main chorus that repeats. I think this would be so cool and original, as there aren't many Marble Hornets fansongs!

//BROADCAST ENDING — THANK YOU//
(closing thoughts)


This has been CryCast. Stay safe out there. Crawlers have been sighted in the south of the city.

I’m glad you enjoyed it!! I love writing fanfics about this!



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