Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35522711-20180507234134/@comment-7064562-20180508012944

I don't know why I am. Nor what. I know only that I see them, the Angels. Trapped inside ugly, hideous and deformed beasts that I have named Demons. It is only the small ones, wrapped in bright colors that have them.

I might have pulled a few all nights, but I don't think that's the reason behind the fact I already have no idea what's going on based on the grammar and sentence structure.