The room is clean and white and sterile

as I listen closely to your mumbled nothings

while inside you stirs a beast so feral.

All of your mistakes it forces out, but know that

I am not the judge of your sins amoral.

You knew I would be here when the walls all melted down

Sit up now, let flow, and spike the barrel

I’m here to clean it up, yours when you need me

So hold tight darling, you’re out of peril.