Immoral Death Poem by Jenna Lyn

Aching takes over my body like the quaking of the earth
Kill off the older, for the new are giving birth
Watch me as my death’s announced; a bloody massacre
The strong are made the weak by evils ambassador
My veins are filled with venom; heart is filled with pain
Eyes are surely sunken, such a pity, such a shame
Deception had once told me, I was doing well
Manipulated my talent; the ability to foretell
My lungs have filled with liquid, a painful suffocation
My soul is calling out; a timid whisper from starvation
I am brought to trial, a victim of counter charge
Safety was made a luxury, immoral ways enlarged
Acceptable am I, in not one man’s sight
Gas was poured over me, to which flames ignite
Pity, far from me, for I acquire accession
Dead from the burden; killed for my transgression