Ugly Beauty 

Broken-necked hanging dead,
Wind-swayed intrusion outside my window,
Darkness may not serve to cover your horror,
But only to brighten your stare, stabbing;
Light may only make you real.

Ugly Beauty no one understood,
Brush-stroked color, angry river, mourned swell,
Eyes dare not move to love you, brother,
Only to see forced-tear blurs,
Ears, only to blame waxy filtrations.

Rotting stench following my creation,
Blood-thirst rag hand lonely and dry,
Carry away my scrawly cry,
Awaken my drugged brother,
Cut down that meaty pendulum.

For a cry is not a happy lie.