My Rhyme

I feel dead
When my ink die
No pulse when I eat instead
Of writtin all these rhymes
For this is my time
This is my life
This is my rhyme
So.... When ever you hear
The sound of my voice
I expecteth not a cheer
But for ya'll to rejoice
For this moment is mine
And this is my time
This is my life
This is my rhyme
Poetic justice all scripted
Hence I play words like a harp
Every pen that a scribble
Ink flow like blood of the heart
And this A4
Is my stage
And at this stage
I'm stepping affore
For this is my time
This is my life
This is my rhyme
My pencil point broken
This is my point spoken
Everytime I write
Whenever I rhyme
I feel alive....!!
So hear me out world
I'm scripting my words
For this is my time
This is my life
This is my rhyme
PoeTice JusTice!!!!!!!!!

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