Hell Poem by Fierce Mcknight

Sometimes hell goes through my lungs
People hate when there kids die young
They don't know whats wrong till there gone
They won't cry until the dieing is done
It seems like the know right from wrong
but there scared of right because somethings you do right
made up the Hell No song

Like I said Hell is a jail cell but you can't get out on bail
you saw the blood
DRIP, DRIP
Then you decited to take a
DIP, DIP
Were at your fureral now
The last thing I heard from you was the word POW!
Dicected till you where at your bones
your mom crying because you were gone

It wasen't her fault your dead
It's your fault your in the ground
I look around and I'm missing you
Now I remember the feeble side of you