[ Featuring Dark ]
Handed a featureless map of a city called Grief
It's foundations, a gut punch
Friendships are catacombs
Never shut funeral homes
Scrape at the sky
With endless spires
Streetlights are just black holes
Never trust the roads
Buildings are open caskets
Loss!
Rivers are open wrists
Loss!
Yet you, with yourhope like bird bones
Keeps vigil for the lonely night
Filling her map with lies
Lossbearer, you'll be just fine
