Behind those dark walls, a shadow's light survived, borrowing the darkness' intense colors.
A child walks fearlessly into the heart of a fiery volcano with an ice cream bar, and a smile.
A flower is trying to climb a wall of a ghost house reaching a mirrored window.
A bird lost his quill, walks humanly in a creepy way.
A snail in a race for a blaze in her mind, for a smile in her heart, but there is no way.
Behind those dark walls, a massacre is created, and the blood has no color, and the pain has no voice, no mercy, no pity, just sacrifice.