Birth

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Every inch of skin upon me.
Every scratch of flesh around my hollow bones.
Every pushing pulse aching my body.
Every pounding rhythm.

I was young.
I was old.
I was the proud youth.
I was the sickening madness.

To be everyone's hero.
To be everyone's villain.
To be everyone's magnificent angel.
To be everyone's diabolical nightmare.

I let out a single breath.
I feel the throbbing beat of my heart.
I hear the howl escape me.
I smell the swell of crimson water.

The birth of Heaven came.
The birth of Hell has proceeded.
The birth of me has come.
The death of me was pronounced.

(This was the poem I entered into the poem contest, this poem is in the last 20 best and is slowly being voted on as for the last 10!! Also this poem will be in a book that will published somewhere around November or so, I will update you what it is called, but I will like to thank all my follows and readers for reading these, you guys inspire me!!)

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