Below is a picture I drew in my free time, little over a year ago. I often like to take realistic things, in this example the eye, and add some sort of imaginary aspect to it, like the hands protruding out of it. I also decided to write a poem, which might give the reader some sort of explanation as to how I perceive the drawing. I hope you enjoy...
Her eyes
Eyes are the window to the soul,
Everyone says
But what we often fail to see
Is the pain within that frays
Her eyes
The green amber that swirls round’
Reminds me of the sharks
That are making her drown
Her eyes
Dart back in forth trying to hold the demon in
But nothing can stop the power
Thats within
Her eyes
Consumed with evil, taken over by despair
Her world flips upside down
And she gives in without a care
Her eyes
Alone in the world holding onto this secret
She decides to cut her eyes out
To stop the demons uniqueness
Her eyes
But the demons are smart, they can't be beat
For everyone knows
Demons live in you and I, until total defeat.
Amazing drawing and interesting, creepy poem to accompany it. Well done - I like to see this creativity from you! ~ Mrs. Kopp
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