Her favorite flavor
Is poetry
And she dines
On the beauty
Of escaped sadness

She never sees the world
As it is
But rather
As it's written within
Volumes,
Created by
Harvesters of
Reality

Every drink she has
She's one step closer
To writing
Her master
Works

Every drink she has
She's one step closer
To losing
It all

Gone from the world
Isolated by
Soulless concrete
Forever in
1984

The cool breeze
Won't lift her spirits
When she's
Never laughed
Without purpose
Before