Ugly, is the color of my blood
Running in me,
To keep me mere alive
My heart slapping every beat,
To keep me mere alive
Decaying layers of my skin are not able to hide the bones of my guilt
I smell ugly, I do
And, when I asked the mirror of my soulful rusty eyes
How do I look?
"Ugly" It slammed me
I worship I breathe
The demon and his love for lust
Elegantly divine demon and his cosmic lust
Ugly is beautiful, yes, very beautiful...
© Neha R Krishna
