I didn’t like the ‘popular’ girls bullying me about how horrid my life is. Even though they know it’s not as bad as they say.
My friend Jessie told me to hide everything, even my emotions towards them; because if I express my anger at them, they would bully me even more.
But where would I hide it all? You can’t exactly shove your emotions in a box then keep them in a cupboard, right? I guess they shouldn’t bully me, but if I talk back to them they’re just gonna say a snappy reply and leave.
It’s kinda sad…
The sketches come to life,
The light, hazy brown is the only colour there, shadowed by black ink.
The noises might drive me insane, they are here. The demon and angel are here.
The thick ink brings them to life.
Joey what have you done?
I fear that they are after me, only me.
I’m so terrified.
The ink demon and angel are after me, only me, the ink demon and angel are here…
The grass doesn’t mind it’s shiny emerald dress.
It’s waiting for something – it doesn’t know what.
The grass doesn’t like others, but it’s forced to go outside.
It doesn’t like it’s food, so it gets thinner by the hour.
It is small and cheeky, a midget you might say.
I looked up in the sky,
and i saw a lie.
I was getting hungry
so i reached up,
to touch the lie.
i grabbed the lie.
and shoved in it my mouth.
nom nom nom
(C) by Harguan
(C) by harguaninainia
The ink leaks through the door.
It goes right through the wall.
I think the time has come,
for me to run.
The angel doesn’t like him,
they don’t like each other.
Joey, what have you done?
The ink will fall
follow him everywhere.
It infests this place.