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…