Deep within the city's concrete swells,

Amid the husks, loneliness dwells,

The sewer tide rolls foul in the swollen dark,

You find me beneath the ebb, atrophy's special mark,

Rot's song bloats the body then time's teeth wither them down,

My special children are a trophy of murder, or here to join the drowned,

I pluck each special for they are my fruit,

They decay much sweeter, all beneath the city's marching boot,

Look to your left, right, then to the end,

I'm there waiting, I'm your closest best friend,

I'm genocide, atrocity, and grandma's last refrains,

I snatch away all hope, and no one complains,

So wait for me far up above where the lights look down,

Or come find me below, and let Death give you its crown,