We'd each other, but we were lonely.
Walls and darkness in the way. Silence feeling like the king.
None word was said. None whisper of hope.
He was just waiting until the first tear drop. when the first one cry, when someone gets too weak for continue.
When that happened no one would be alone anymore.
Darkness would give space to "redness".
The bodies would be mutilated. Blood in the floor. Burned bones and meet.
We all would be together. In hell.
-It has been a crazy night, all the fluffy words has been used. Jane was sleeping under the grave of his beloved ones. And a serial killer said hello.
-my name is not Níh;
