A fragment of me

Mysterious and malicious these 'things' are in my mind and body. They true my are what I call home and I couldn't live without my paper and pen or whatever I have to write with, as long as it has ink I shall use it to draw whatever comes to mind at heart. I will tell you the tale of a lost 14 year old boy with an fine inked sharpie and a oozing heart if demons, shadows, and at last; all the drawings he expresses through him. Only waning to show for himself only and no one else gets to explore his world.