disclaimer: I AM JHONEN VASQUEZ HAHAHA...not really. I would think that, since most people that read my Zim stuff are returning fans that they would know that already. Due to the fact that I am, indeed, a girl that is in the ninth grade that you would realize that I am not, in fact, a thirty-something Californian man. Get over it.
This is only a Dib and Zim poem with a back story. This is Dib. This is Zim.
Dib
Zim
be happy.
What a loss this thing is to me.
Because everyone knows that only the strongest will survive.
This human feeling must desert me.
For compassion and emotion will not let us thrive.
But no more will I succomb to the emptiness that fill me
ForI don't know what will happen when the last breath leaves me
Because heaven won't accept me.
And the hell that hates me
Will never let me stay.
So what happens to the boy that was deemed insane?
He is gone now.
But there is no one left tocare,
For imperfection.
Zim pondered over the hideous word-drawings of the human. His own superior word-drawing book was missing, but he figured that Gir had only used it for some fire...thing...that he does. Zim really didn't want to know. He didn't want to know what happened to the human either.
There are some things that nondeities should never know.
Because we don't feel things
Like love and knowledge of life, and how it ever came to be.
Mistakes.
That is the beauty of life.
I am not supposed to admire life.
I am supposed to seize it, desmantle it, kill it. Life is nothing. Life doesn't matter.
There are people willing to die.
There are those that wish to end their sorrow.
And others that don't see themselves as people because of their looks.
I can't say that I am one tofeel sorrow now
Because who is left to care for the alien no one knew existed?
The little invader screw-up?
He is gone now.
But thereis no one left to care,
For a failure.
Dib read Zim's poetry journal silently. Maybe they were more alike then he had thought. But, he knew that Zim was dead. He had crashed the Voot into his house...on purpose. His PAK crushed, nobody knew what he actually died from: the crash or its loss. Dib was afraid to find out.
He eyed the knife on the counter, and ultimately knew what he was doing. Dib picked up the weapon, and went behind his house. Standing on what was to become a death ground, he raised the knife andwhispered,
"I knew that the imperfection of humanity will lead to our downfall. They just didn't listen."
Gaz was whistling some game theme song while walking into the back yard. It was getting late, but she could still wait outside and swing with her GameSlave2. She opened the door to the area and started walking when she stumbled on something. Getting back up, she focused her game light on the object...
"Oh my God. Dib..."
Did you like it? I just thought of this while...reading Zim fanfiction! Zim was all depressed, and I'm like, kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself he considered it and I'm like, YES! But he didn't. Blech. So I wrote my own fiction to make both Dib and Zim die. Righto.
