Goblin
rough ride rough landing
this one’s gonna be therapy
winter has a heavy hand
a cruel touch
an open mouth
liquor clogging my engine
a bit numb I’m comfortable
warm bed with my lover
I’m as at peace as I can be
not quite off the edge
sleep comes I slip
into a familiar nightmare
my rabid past
red fog like a butterfly knife
trap house bony thin
I’m eating pills
living a vulture life
surrounded by fiends
selling what I have
dirty weighty hurt
addiction and obliteration
I’ve been the dark
freezing cold unflinching
starlight opens scars
right now the full moon
looks white-hot