Why do they look at my demons,
Before they look at me.

out of a clear sky
the lightning strikes
and cuts m
e in half

the human touch
brings warmth
but the thing is
it might also
burn

the creative mind
sees
                                                           s                  o
                h                               n            c      t
t          e                      c         o             n            n                                                      
                                                            e     i

they say
that you'll drown
in the blue eyes
they say
that you'll get lost
in the green eyes
and they say
that you'll be suffocated
in the brown eyes

but my dear
you might also
swim
in the cleanest sea
you might also
breath
the purest air
and you might also
find
a hidden treasure