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Six Feet Under

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Six Feet Under

As I came to my door,
"Damn it," I swore.
Just an inch it stood agape.
Enough to see that shape.

I expected a thief,
but to my relief,
It was a man, tall and slim.
They call him "The Grim".

And kindly he said:
"No, you're not dead.
Just pretend I'm not there."
So he gave me a stare,
to my surprise,
for he didn't have eyes.

Finally, he burst into tears,
"After all these years,
I just need a rest."
- "Please, be my guest!",
I offered quickly,
for he really looked sickly.

He continued to speak:
"The dead are so weak.
With a half-rotten brain,
they still just complain.
Even about the weather
in the regions of Nether!
...And I take the blame."
- "That's why you came?"

He stayed a few days,
and to my amaze,
I now have a friend,
when I see the end.

This must be a blessing,
since life's still depressing,
what a blunder,
six feet under.
Written on 09.01.2008 and 10.01.2008

This must be a first, since this time it's something that hasn't been translated from german to english. It's been in english right from the start.

Anyway, ...

"But you shouldn't make fun of the dead!"
- I don't, really. I'm making fun of the living who complain about everything and nothing. I know I wouldn't be happy if I had to deal with them.

"But you shouldn't make fun of the living, either!"
- Well, in a way, I am complaining about the living, who always complain, which makes me one of these people, too, which, I think, gives me the right to make fun of them.

"But..."
- You have my deepest sympathies, Grim...
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lady472's avatar
It was witty and rhymed very well. A sincere effort which turned into a humorous poem. :D