To detox your whole
To let your soul out in tears of black
The color of the sun in your hazy eyes
To purge yourself
Vomit the hands made of hellfire
That you tried to drown every night with jager
To cleanse your body
Peel off your skin like candle wax
Let your worries flow to the floor
Like honey dew drops
Why is change so hard?
Why must I rebuild myself if the word is adamant
on tearing us down? Why do I wake up with yesterday's
lies in the red rim of my eyes?
Why is change so hard, yet so freeing?
Yet so binding, and so fleeting?
Why do I seek it with every fibre of my being?