When Teenagers Die Poem by Demon Queen

The birds sing sweetly
as blood drops fall
their soothing lullaby
carries you to sleep

The cool wind blows
as bodies sway with the wind
the October air
is the last you breathe

The sun shines warmly
as teenagers die
the warming light
hints nothing is wrong

Society calmly moves on
as suicide runs rampant
their judging eyes
see nothing amiss

Birds change to demons
blood into tears
soothing lullaby
to screams of fear

Wind changes to heat
the fires of Hell
hot and stuffy
burning the damned

Light to dark
the dead awake
burning in Hell
eternity of disgrace

Society of demons
torture and rape
suicide victims
as their punishment in Hell.