Different

I am basically
The wicked witch of the pen
My wizardry ‘ll leave you feeling
Defaced, defiled, encased, debased, and embraced
All in the same juncture
When my ink spills, it punctures
Seems I’m from another time
Rhymes of a whole ‘nother paradigm
Paramount wishes they could picture these lines
And chronicle my scriptures
The side-splitting, gut wrenching, heart clenching
Sick, twisted, demented, wicked
Keeper of the wicket
Nothing I can conjure
Tumbles out simplistic
Always rhythmic
Always splendid
And it seems that
Other than my pigment
Everything about me is different