Cold. It was so cold.
Fear pumps through stiff veins. Hearts like ice, blood as blue as the ocean. Lying on the cold pavement, the pain never-ending. Something stirred in the darkness. Hope? Was there hope at last? Pain glazes over and still they stir. Restless. Wanting. Will the pain ever end? No. Minds and hearts know when false-hope is offered yet they still take the bait. Where was the medicine? The cure? What sickness froze these ailed souls? Tainted by poverty, hearts sicken. Health depreciates like a newly bought car. Broken, lifeless bodies crack like ice until they fall. Soulless eyes peer into the vast emptiness of other hearts, f