Lost souls buried below

by The ink stained poet

"The people that were once my friends, I know no longer know" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Disclaimer. I do not own any rights to Bendy and the Ink Machine. All rights go to the members at Kindly Beast.

Lost souls, buried deep below.
The ink stained poet.

Our little devil darling,
Was the star of his own show.
But underneath the surface
Secrets were hidden deep below.

Human souls trapped in the ink,
Preserved for all to see.
And everyone applauded him,
Everyone, but me.

I was there when their souls were
Cemented in the pain.
Now there's nothing left of my old friends
Nothing but these inky stains.

I just want to gain their trust.
I just want them to follow me.
I just want to see their smiles.
For them to all be free.

But these hopes are now long dead,
Buried too deep below.
The people that were once my friends
I now no longer know.

Now we're trapped in this inky hell
With no way back home.
My head is full of voices.
But in the end I'm alone.