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Dec 2013
Where am I
What am I
Who am I
Nobody knows.

I am the icy finger.
That runs down your spine.
I am that fear.
And I'm giving you mine.
I am the tear that runs down your cheek.
I am the eyes that bleed and that cry.
I prevent you from moving as evil arthritis.
Causing such pain.

I'm making you share.
As frost lain on the ground.
I'm freezing you out.
With a full bloodied clout.
I am a vapour.
I ooze and I drift.
I cover your shape with my form, as I shift.
Fiddling eternally with my bleistift.

I make you shake.
Shiver and quake.
As love to you, I continue to make.
In ecstasy with excitement.
For I am the beautiful toxic witch.
Gets under your skin,
Hell I'll make you itch.
The princess of ebony black.
The princess of white.
The lady of darkness.
In which I delight.
I am the gentle pen.
I speak out loud with ***** might!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Bleistift is German for pencil!
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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