Raised
I was raised by death
In the valley of the dead!
I looked and beheld
Everybody damned!
Was this the life I was supposed to lead.
Deep within my wounded heart I bleed.
As I, always incomplete.
And Pain, Always on repeat.
Feeling this this void
A cancerous need!
Filling this hole
A venomous need.
'You are the breed,
Life is all you need'
Death told me
Not to worry....
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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