Angsty Teen Prose Poem by angelica dela cruz

this world has been dead
and we're playing the fools
to think we could change
all the things that we left
hanging around like
the deadest weight

we're the new generation
the only salvation
but wait for a decade
and we'll be new slayers
the brand new new killers
in a grand parade
blah. does this make any sense at all?
let's curse the past
because we know better
the same way our own
would tell us in the future
not that it'd make
a difference at all

it's just the same cycle
and we're all recyled
dolls in this demented play
not that it'd matter at all
just wait for the year that we fall
and land in the burning decay