Disclaimer. I do not own any rights to Bendy and the Ink Machine. All rights belong to the members of Kindly Beast.
This abandoned, ink filled hell
The ink stained poet.
These ink stained walls
Hold your victims cries
For old Joey Drew's Studios
Was built on nothing but lies.
"Just a pencil and a dream"
Just two men who shared a goal
I let you own this studio
I let you take control
Just a pen and a nightmare
Just a man with all his flaws.
Just the devil with his demons
All this pain, but for what cause?
As you sit upon your pedestal
Built up with your lies
As I wander through these lonely halls.
Filled with their agony filled cries.
Their messages scrawled in pitch black ink
One lost souls crying plea.
"No my lord stay back "
"I am your prophet, please have mercy"
Their voices frozen in time
Echo through the halls.
The exits near, not far from here.
Alas I always fall.
Coffins line the walls down here.
Of friend that I once knew.
But still I keep pushing onwards now.
For what else can I really do?
The voice of Sammy Lawrence
In our old Music room
Once filled with tunes to please your ear
Now filled with fear and gloom.
How I miss the old melodys
That the old band used to play.
Alas they're all corrupted into monsters.
Never to see the light of day.
My own creation, dark and warped
Oh Joey, what have you done?
A place so full if death and pain
Once held such joy and fun.
The ink stained face ,that wicked grin.
So familiar and yet, it's not.
My own character, brought to life.
"Now that's a positively silly thought"
I run although it's useless
As the ink consumes me too
I'm trapped in this endless hell
Thanks to Mr Joey Drew.
The voices fill the empty void
Swimming in my head
I rest my head ,it's time for bed
For in the morning, I'll be dead.