Weak

My nachsart,

Death knocks at my door as I write you
this blue letter.

If you don't see any blue, look with more atention
cause the rat hole is in the most fragile and simple wall
and it goes deep
not straight at all
to the surface
where even the sky is blue.

The audacious enemie moved next door
before I got here.

But only now I can hear it crying
the screams where only whispers for me.

I'm afraid I cannot continue here much longer
but I'm the new captain
the old one is dead
so I might as well die with the boat.

With fear,
your weak explorer.