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Cicada Years (Prose Poem) by seanlb1
a vast space is being torn in(two)to pieces
i am afraid i am a frayed rope
sometimes it is fair to all but me
and i am left cold and bloody lying on the tile face down
i don't view the world properly
the world does the same to me
the world includes all you people
you know who you are(or do you?)
you shoot people like me down
with crazy minor little minute almost unseen killers
your actions are representing the way you feel
unhappiness has taken its hold on you
clearly clearly
clearly we have lost it
you and i fell long ago
a million and one things caused it
but mainly the lack of snow
maybe depression had always
been there for our minds
but this time it killed one of us
and you are still alive
so apparently i go to hell
where i have the time of my life
burning and frying every morning
every evening receiving a new wife
who i have banal sex with
she doesn't even scream when i touch the slit
i made on her throat
satan provides another for my pleasure
shove it up your asshole
sorry for the tourette's
remember though when you read that
that you know what i am talking about
you lost your innocence too early
no one was there to catch you(poor Allie)
you fell of the cliff and landed in hell
words will be words and nature will be nature
without the human mind
'fuck' would have no meaning
if i say fuck again should it bother you?
no
i say no
i am not saying anything bad
like 'fuck god' or 'fuck your mom'
this is a test
an emergency has been presented
it is an emergency of censorship
we are done or are we
i never know
are we?
the end(is soon)
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