Detox

These days, I crave,

A cup of detox, 

Which creeps through the portal, 

To a shrunken liver,

To unload the booze of pain& regrets,

Thus to a relieving piss.

A deltoid shot'd help,

A stinging pain,

From love bites of friendly snakes,

From harmless harm of their loveless love.

These days, I tend to snort,

From the pills of detox,

To tranquil down the broken heart,

To pace down its load,

Ignite its childish fancies.

These days, I know,

The only thing I need,

A detoxing melody, 

That tucks me into sleep,

And then wakes me up,

To a morning of a newborn,

Thus, I start to write,

A beautiful pastless story.