The Running Pencil

I can feel the moisture progressing on the top of my forehead Little light creases start to form here on my chin I'm looking at you and I can see that you are lovely Beyond your red rose colored eraser, and your tented yellow streaks Lies a handsome texture of a newly grown tree wrapped around carved graphite Your incandescent sensation is intense My grey eyes are no match to the glow that flows off your wonderful carving You are so beautiful I can't even imagine how I could write with you Behind all that beauty I can see that you are terrified Terrified that I might abandon you, after your jagged edges fall to the floor Your point will be no more Possibly terrified I would use you to you were numb I can't imagine how I could do this to you But it needs to be done This is your destiny This is your end I must write with you As I gaze at you slowly, with suspicion out of my grey colored pupil I see no reaction, no movement, no emotion Do you even care? But then I hear you scream Let me go Oh' please Oh' please just let me dream You try to wiggle from my grip But I just tighten up My hands are trembling You're incredibly to strong My hands set free You hop towards the door, but I run faster Closing in on you more and more You look back just to take a glimpse of this nightmare Now looking forward, you are getting closer to the door Gotcha I yelled Please you begin to plead But I won't let you go, no not anymore You were close to your escape, but this isn't your fate