Brittany Cook

Daughter Of Death - Poem by Brittany Cook

I was born
Born to the blood of angels
Born through the veil of a storm
Born without love inside of me
Born with a need to perform
Born out of vengence
Born out of scorn
Born out of hatred
out of love torn
Born with a mission
Born with a drive
Born with a need
with a need to sruvive.
Now it's time to show you what i'm really about
no more pretentions;
No more frothing at the mouth
there's no use of hiding
all my sins deep inside
I'll wear them on my shoulder like a badge of pride
Cuz i'm the daughter of death
from my very first breath
i'm the daughter of death
blood red as macbeth
living a filthy mess
i'm a daughter of death
just a daughter of death
I was
Raised from buring ashes
Raised with tragic crime
Raised from cries of chaos
Raised on borrowed time
Raised by the darkness
Rasied by the night
Raised by the claws of fright
Raised to be hated
Riased to be loved
Riased to be doomed
By the powers above

Comments about Daughter Of Death by Brittany Cook

  • (11/27/2011 6:19:00 PM)

    I like the way you write, Good poem............... (Report) Reply

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  • Ronald James De Langen (11/24/2011 7:18:00 PM)

    A really nice poem, born and raised :) and to be continued... (Report) Reply

  • (11/3/2011 12:11:00 PM)

    Really like this. A great write..
    Take a look at my poem called, reborn.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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