Do You Hear What I Hear

Inspiration: So Elijah is having a melt down and is about to try and kill himself, again a part of my one act play.

Word: Death

I am a rotten disaster

of what all perceive

as a destitute faulty version of a human being

I am cursed by the roots of which my blood streams from 

I love none 

I am hung from trees 

by those who shoot at me with disgust 

because my skins bleeds brown

in agony, and regret 

for what I have not yet done

I am a native son

but the natives do not see me

know me 

or embrace me 

I am left to suffer from the wrath 

of everyone

my spirit flies lower than the loveless 

there is no other mistake like me 

I render cages to be built in my name

I search for my beginnings to exchange them with yours 

so that you might understand that my lips

move to the meaning of a different word

I am like no other, am no other

I am Elijah 

the son of the ill-fated 

kin to the most heated 

Death sings to me 

and I hum back in bliss 

for it sings my song proudly 

and lovingly calls my name