"How do I look"

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