StevieGoss

I like walking through the rain In a park during the night Drenched until it's light I'm not even noticed Maybe because it's alone But I fear getting caught Because I won't get away with it To be taken to the altar to normality And sacrificed in trendy blood By bottle blondes and boofhead blokes I like talking in my sleep In a bed during winter Mumbling until it's light Unless I get a slap in the face That happens a lot The normals are scared and recoil Or at least give me curious faces When I open my mouth and mind I always try not to speak It's better to stay silent Expression only causes trouble Those crazy words of mi

I have come in from the sea Glding in without oars I can hear your southern rhapsody Calling out my christian name From six nautical miles out Jesus Fucking Christ, Oh God No I have fallen on the sands To realise that I have awaken In the glare of the midday sun A pox on your enviroment I say Bring me clouds, bring me gin and tonic Bring me rain, bring me barcadi and coke Bring me snow, bring me a cup of tea I don't wish to taste or breathe The salt water in my mouth and eyes So I brush the mud off my pale face And gusts of antarctic wind arrive Cutting through these sodden garments Like a surgeon's knife through skin To my

Again I stare Into an empty space In a L-shaped room It's raining outside It's always raining outside The water falls down the windows The walls are ever so white I'm a blot on the landscape But one day, time will wipe me out I lay awake on top of sheets For I can never sleep And I don't believe I ever will Again I cry In an empty space In a L-shaped room Tears on the inside Tears on the outside A thousand strings reverberate I've had enough, I've had enough But it won't end, it won't end so soon Struggling to stay existent Through nights I cannot bear I stay awake in a trance The cage won't break Even if I cry and eve

Slow train to Mount Barker Junction Upline over the foothills Leaving North Terrace Twenty carriages long South Australian Railways Bright red rail engine Carrying the train Over Goodwood Road Through Torrens Park Through the leafy surburbs Up on the way to Sleeps Hill You can see the ocean blue Through the gum trees Steam flying past Through the tunnels Eden Hills Belair National Park Mount Lofty Bridgewater Over hill and down dale Rocking and rolling on rails Sliding past old stations Rolling into Mount Barker Junction It's the end of the line They've sold the railways past here No train's going down to Victor No

Crusing down the freeway, Going at 170 kilometers per hour, Losing control as we go downhill, Through the tunnel like lightning, Swerving through four lanes, When we hit the bottom, Then that's when we die, On the eighth day I say, God created depression, As the chemist said to the angel, Give me anti-depressants to sell, Split the profits with me and, When the placebo fails them, They may wander to your church, Funding your new painted glass, Now we're zoned out on Zoloft, And become born-again agonistics, Turn around the devil's elbow, Hands losing grip on the wheel, The hills in the rear view mirror, Now the brakes have

The sun sets on the ocean breeze, Mosquitoes swarm on my left arm, I'm just a lodger at this shack, Overviewing the deep blue water, The cream white waves crashing, Onto golden sands and silver rocks, Under a deep bloodstained sky, I'm just feeling homesick right now, It's just that I've never had a home. Belonging to no one but myself, Never had a sucidal thought, I wouldn't bother, I can't hurt anyone, Because nobody loves me to care, I hate myself and I need to get away, So far away from myself this time, But I have nobody to run over to, And I fall back on myself again. Back at breaking point yet again, Loneliness means

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Computer world, They try to find where I am, They have my number, So I just don't answer, Digital world, They have my address, They send materials, So I just don't respond. CCTV on every street, Secure lockdown on us all, Paranoia reflected on metal, It's no game really, We have liberty, We have freedom, But is it just a mirage, The scary thing is, We don't know. Binary code, Bit bit bit bit, Digital blood, Splatters on my shirt, Is it a trap, Just as Admiral Ackbar said, Or is it helping me, Go faster, further, harder, stronger, Headlong into a better future? Entertainment is number one, MP3 programs, Is it swappi

You told me not to stand so close So I will make it less obvious You told me not to stand so close So I will make it less obvious You told me you have no interest It's always the same old story Why hasn't it changed this time? It's always the same old story Why hasn't it changed this time? You don't want me You just like me just fine But you can't stand next to me You just can't, you just can't You just can't, you just can't Every rose has it's thorn Why can't you want me this time? Every rose has it's thorn Why can't you want me this time? You don't want me You just like me just fine But you can't stand next to me You ju

Remember when all you had was moody teenage kicks; A future of Sweet Sixteen, cigarette's, And sixth year boys who still don't know that you exist? You used to stand around the bathroom mirror with friends, Trying out new ways to hide your perfect skin and attract attention to your stick thin legs and size A breasts. Remember, back then you called your parents lame; You liked to play depressed, writing suicide rhymes in your spare time, Leaving them out for friends to find to see what they would say. You met him behind the local Spar, drinking cider from a can; He seemed so mature and sophisticated when he kissed your shaking hand,

Three hundred and thirty three Marks on my door From knocking. 333 footsteps in my house Of different shapes And kind On my rug. Six hundred and sixty six eyes sensing The same Or passing by; Some looking; Inside, Through my window. 666 ears listening quietly To what I have to say Leaning their hearing Closer... To my song And feel the heartbeat Alive, inside the toon. 333 - three hundred and thirty three And all of them People Some  Friends, All were watching: Imprinted footsteps On my rug, And marks Outside on my door, From  knocking. :)

She steps outside feels the rain upon her face puts out her arms to feel this is like love love that only comes around when it is time leaves us wanting more or getting just enough She twirls around catching the rain on her tongue so refreshing like a lemonade a lemonade that can be sour or it can be to sweet some like one and not the other Her mother calls her in she takes one more look up something so nice can make one so dirty like what some do to us pick us up just to be dropped