She told me about a dream
Of glasses reflecting faces of people
That she never met
She put on her lipstick
Her lipstick was radioactive
Her poison to save self from
Dreaming too much
Oh was she scared to be there
Innocent face on a glass
A sheep in wolf’s skin
Glass melting washed away
Memories faces
As her lips were radiating
She stood on a hill of despair
A new evil child was born