Faceless
Peering inside our windowed homes
Hunting
Roses to imbue with the blight
Resuscitation
They'll struggle without you
Bound albatross
Linchpin holds the key
Born suffering
Succumb to a gloomy view
Threads wearing thin
No light here
No light here
I'd rather battle
Than dig a grave
Together bracing for typhoon
Typhoon
Grant them shelter
Show them grace
Collect your strength and pay forward
Relief
Grace
Faceless
Brought by the cold
Boarding up doors, emaciated limbs
Looming
Cancerous thoughts
Torrential flood
You will not
Fight this alone