The Mourn

Along the cracked in floors dripping on the floor hter
Sits a doctor murder samurai hit numbers calling gave up all old eye
Shy nose on the wall a cracking membrane turn the message those eyes
Warn and pull out the young eye why arms creak wishing higher caught
The point whore introvert maybe she'll have a chance one day but the
World watches with heart rid her arms out rip her arms out rip out