Thoughts...?

[Dirty Goblin]

I close my eyes and what do I see?
The color red blended vertically with the sound of purple
Magnificently they stride hand in hand
While my pride takes a seat to left of my conscious
My blood surges through cold brittle veins
They feel so red and sour with pain
It'll only last a moment this sweet serendipity
I had best enjoy it before it fades so sweetly

I open my eyes and what do I see?
A faded back alley,
Rife with disease
I claw my face with young grizzled hands
But the sea of fury won't wash away
What will I see when I look through eyes closed and opened?
A tragic symphony

Perhaps it's best if I just let it be
But no I can't
That's heresy.

[Dirty Goblin]

I'm all out.
There's no more.
I need more.
It makes me hurt.
Like a dull ache that throbs with impatience.
I yearn for the sweet, burning smoke.
The burning fire in my nostrils.
I need more.
This poison so fine
I must find more.
More.
More.
More.
More.
I'll do anything for more.
Flay my skin,
A trifle to this pain
I must have more.
I'd kill for more.
Sweet Talona, give me more.
My faith is strong
But give me more.
I demand more!
No I beg for more!
I dare not demand.
I just want more,
I can't do without it.
I feel like I'm dying.
For just a little taste.
A little sniff.
A little pinch.

I want to swim in an ocean of euphoria
I want to drown in ecstasy
I want to succumb to the tortorous pleasure of oblivion
I just need a little more.
To get me through the day.

But first..
I should probably get up.

[Dirty Goblin]

I saw a child today.
And a paladin.
And a woman.
And a mercenary.
And a man.
They killed the child.
Tore him to pieces.
The paladin hurled iron shards.
The mercenary hacked with his blade.
The Woman plucked a bow.
And the man?
I don't know.

I watched the child die.
It happenned so fast.
Blood was everywhere.
Pieces, were everywhere.
A little child.
I think I'll go mad.
I'm not a good man.
But that's no reason.
Even a bad man, can't see such a thing.
And not think.
Why?

But it doesn't matter.
A man in red gave me a gift.
The gift of forgetting.
For just a moment in time.
Nothing really mattered.
My blood surged.
My heart pounded.
My eyes glistened.
My lips quivered.
I shivered.
It was bliss.

They call it Liquid Pain.
I call it pleasure.

[Dirty Goblin]

I may or may not be completely and utterly fucked.
I was supposed to sell.
But I drank it all.
Smoked it all.
And drank some more.
Fuck.
What do I do?
I've got one vial left.
That'll hold me over.
I hope I can hide.
Before they find out.