A Studio Nightmare

by The ink stained poet

"Death is always near. The demon, can you hear his call?" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

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

A studio nightmare.
The ink stained poet.

This nightmare shall never ends.
The suffering shall never leave us be.
The screaming voices remind me,
That we'll never truely be free

Golden walls, littered with ink,
Our voices within this twisted hell.
Broken cells hang from the roof,
Where their tortured souls do dwell.

The voice of the fallen angel.
Echo through through these halls.
And the footsteps of her errand boy,
Rush to follow her calls.

Death is always nearing.
The demon, can you hear his call?
Creeping up slowly behind you.
Waiting for your downfall.