Ugly thing of life,
Only truth is death.
We all live, we all die.
Both the same;
Yet life is ugly,
And very messy.
Death is beauty
And quite clean.
Then-
'Join me,' I call.
While you whisper 'no.'
Live in an ugly lie,
That is what you prefer
As for me, I'm on my way
On my way to a better place.
