It's what she meant with open ends

The scaled cracks our numbered and counting down

There is no contact - so shrive away

She cannot save it from herself



Rather be somewhere else

Rather be someone else

Her judgement from the mirror meets

With shut reaction

Its conviction is cause to her decline



The quiet touch of addicted glamour

Dates the tyrant child unsatisfied a portrait's trash

Attempts corruption to marvel the ovations of thoughtlessness



White knuckled substance - no self-control

Ghost faced smiles - cut ear to ear

Strung out reprisal -dated and covered in

Dope sick afternoon simplicity



Hedonistic escape to shroud her symptoms decrements the ordinary



She can shatter

She can break - forever young

The girl in the glass is one of us

Hurt it more to make her yours

The girl is interrupted



Immense illusion can end transmission till death will she part



Kill it and put it to rest