The eyes that rest upon her face are ice-cold oceans with sparkling night skies
Once contact is made it is hard not to throw your gaze to the floor
But, if you peer long into her eyes, it is impossible to break the contact
It is a hypnosis of the mind, drawing you into her words
The curiosity, the wanting to help, and the desire to fix a broken, hopeless, suffering being
Thats soul has darkened at the hands of this horrible world
The world sees a dead carcass stumbling on its own mistakes
But she sees you and your potential and your worth to this miserable world