One day he'll be gone.
You'll say don't know where, nor care.
Even though by dawn
I'll have made you be the one
Who buried him under there.
Feel as tho' I'm going to the dogs
it's almost time to pop my clogs
kick the bucket chuck it in
call it a day take a spin
and shuffle off this mortal coil
be released from worldly troubles and toil
buy the farm and bite the dust
or cash in my chips if I must
when D-Day dawns (it's not that far)
a big bang send-off will be my last hurrah
but it's no joke
as should I croak
who will miss me
when I'm long-gone
for no matter where on earth I am
I don't fit in I don't belong
oh well easy come easy go
whether up in smoke or down below
Where there's a will
there's a funeral
death is a fact of life
a grave undertaking
for a mortician
and one day some day
you and I
will wake up dead
hopefully the lifetime led
was of our own making
too late for looking back
no regrets and yet
it's appalling
when we wind up
in a winding sheet
waiting on that beir
aside from six feet under
where do we go
from here?
Some say, 'Heaven,'
some say, 'Hell,' oh well,
by then our goose is cooked, wagon fixed,
and we'll never know 'til it's too late
as they've punched our ticket,
cleaned our clock and wiped our slate.
dead in the ocean with a broken neck ~ a fledgling chick hits the deck
dragged down below the waves ~ can angelfish fathom a watery grave
By
David Kavanagh
Fill my body full of toxins
I’m all out of options
My heart will soften
Throw me in a coffin
Your knife will be the final blow
For me to go
I will die slow
Or maybe I will grow
From this experience
I will be victorious
I will prevail
I will not fail
I’m already six feet under
I am not a jumper
I can’t satisfy my hunger
For the end
I’m staring the devil in his face
I’m in his headspace
Running in place
Playing his bass
I won’t get knocked down
I will not wear a frown
I will be grinning
While I’m winning
This fight with him
Then I will throw his bass
Right in the bin
I will pin
Him to the ground
Then he will be the one
That gets drowned
In gasoline
I will be keen
I will never die
I won’t cry
I will wave goodbye
6 Feet under...
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under!
Oh no! l am not James Dean, l aint going to die whilst
the curse of youth is flowing though me like thunder to Thor.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! Yes l must return to dust
my demise hard to escape but the devil is a liar! Young at heart , my
heart on my sleeve ready to fly my wings are ready for take off.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! l appreciate the oxygen
l inhale from the trees of knowledge on daily basis. My body rusts but never my soul , forever young.
Six feet under! Six feet under! Six feet under! The Reaper ready like John Wick to take me out....well the sad part is eventually he will take whats his thus l am utilizing time for l do not know how much time l got left. Tick tock! the whistle of refulgence shall set me free , for now l am to live for life is for the living.
All will be missed but lucky for us for we shall eventually take a break from this tearjerker voyage.
Refuse to die young! Fetch your life....
Locked up in a hotel
stronghold, dog leash
dog pound
every nook and cranny downtown
don't high tale it to the gutter
six feet under in the ground
Six feet under
No one even cares
Six feet under
No one knows you there
Six feet under
From head to toe
Six feet under
Lays another john doe
Six feet under
It’s a disgrace
Six feet under
No name in this place
Six feet under
Another flower bed
Six feet under
No stone to rest your head
Six feet under
No loved one’s gather round
Six feet under
Pile of bones in the ground
Written M. BURTON
A sweet pine tree scent grips the swift air
As the wind blows through my untrimmed hair
Tree’s leaves spring off limbs like suicide attempts
Never to hit the ground below, life held in contempt
Clouds scurry through the sky in search of its end
Birds, airplanes, and mountains its must fend
As I wait for a cold sack of emptiness to drop
And lie forever bored as it rots
As its lowered on a prop
I see its top
I say stop!
Ok go.
They placed you six feet deep,
under a mound of sacred earth.
One final sleep that we may weep,
and remember all your worth.
That little garden you had grown,
I kept the lettuce leafy green.
Winds have blown on their own,
on those grassy hills unseen.
The swing set you painted blue,
where you swung me as a child.
I had to undo every last screw,
it reminded me of how you smiled.
And on sunny days I stay indoors,
away from those tormenting skies.
I go through drawers that were yours,
until a memory or two would arise.
I checked your mail one last time,
and a brown letter caught my eye.
It read "In time bells would chime,
and I would not have to say goodbye."
Under the blue sky
A fainted love rest
The nature’s shade of leaves
A dark place inside
A light heart prevails
Cursed it was on
The day of his existence
Thy shall remain a cursed
And never be free
An angle she was
Within the curse
She made him free
But the writings in his fate
Was not to be
The light heart was
Conquered by darkness in no time
Shattering it with in a rhyme
The shadows of the love
Still cursed and still hurt
Six feet under.
Day by day
I dare not say
On how it feels
To not say what needs to be spoken
So here is the token
For the gate
Sic feet under
I feel the feelings he feels
As I kneel above him
Trying to deal with the guilt
Of what they had done
It feels as though
The smell of soil
Is in my nail
And the weight of the earth
Is pressing down on me
For he got the key
To the gate
Six feet under
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