she tries to sleep on the edge of glass,
with broken hearts and lost souls,
she'll conduct a dream based in reality.
walking a line thinner than air,
she'll greet you with signs of good faith.
she'll succumb to the weak, fighting with the strong
a purge of thoughts from her remains feels like stimulants.
by 7 o'clock the world is wasted,
and she's still trying to sleep on glass.