Her, Her Landscape

The way she sees the world seems the way she reads
And all the letters become shuffled every season
And the world becomes a schizophrenic poetry
And her place is in the white space beteween lines of it
As long as someone give her their fantasies
She'll not stay enclosed in her own melancholy
Getting involved in a world of fantasy
All she needs to live here is guaranteed

As she draws, the world is going throught her guts
And as she scribbles, it's no longer there
If she plunges into her own intimacy
Back to the drawning and makes it repugnant