Chilled to the bone.
Walking in a street, listening to the chanting of people with bombs falling from lips to ears.
Alone with a sea of bodies; bound together as one world.
Steps echoing the mind of confusion; that it's heard as steps leading to death.
Sliance held on my tongue, and screams forced down my ears.
Chilled to the bone, in the warmth of your breaths, that riddle lies.
As I walk in the street; knowing each step.
Is one closer to my death.