Stars shine
But

Their rays are out of my reach.

I ask others: Don't preach

To me
about

Gods and demons.

I have my own demons. I am their keeper.
I give them
Water (running down my cheeks)
&
Food (crumbles of words not spoken)

Gods, like stars,
avoid my gaze.

Look,
into my eyes:

if you're strong enough.

Don't,
mention my scars
if you won't:

kiss them.