Where Is My Beauty?

Several days back
after one of my worst hangovers,
I realised something.
I woke up and run to the bathroom,
and I puked my guts out,
and there
with my head over the sullied from my vommit
lake of the crapper
waiting for the other wave of vommit to come,
I tried to think of something beautiful
to help me go through it easier.
I didnt succeed that.

SOUL.

And it comes and it goes.
And it stays and it leaves.
And it laughs and it cries.
And it saves and it kills.
And it goes on forever.