Grey sunrises and dry ink
found in open-ended rivers
For crocodile tears and sunny blinks
were the warmth that sent shivers
A sly masked in a friendly face
who promised to lend wings
Here then lies the smiles, the trust,
and all other broken things
And thus we see the fall of one
who struggled for their name
Grey sunrises and dry ink
is where they found their name
Zee Ro 