A Girl In Glass - Yahwe Mutabo

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