Life is not eternal, but evanescent.
To breathe requires dietary discipline.

Life for me is beseeched, and bestowed.
Actuation requires necessary alleviation.

Life has no preference, interest, nor treatise.
Here lives a ****** who is obsessed with you.

Gentle life, so vibrant, so devourable.
I long to taste, and caress the flesh of fruition.

Life must sustain, and harbor hearts from down below.
My heavy thoughts cry as they tear from head to toe.

Life is thoughtless, inconclusive, and unfortunate.
Too shy, and too pessimistic; too immune to formality.

Life shall enable all settings and allow us access anywhere.
Survival demands travel! Strive, apprehension, and assiduity.

Gentle Life, Gentle Life, Gentle Life,

So miscellaneous and so condensable,
Such undesirable beauty and emptiness,
How challenging it is to convey such love.

I was never supposed to exist
I was never supposed to hurt people
I was never supposed to hate myself
Because I was never supposed to exist

She is lonely
Her heart, body, and soul
Screams to the heavens and to the underworld for a lover
Looking for someone to love her and to want her
Not only physically, but emotionally too
For someone to notice her when she's out of balance and out of care
Someone who will free her from her mind
Someone who will make her heart a whole
Someone who will appreciate her, respect her, care for her
Someone to give her heart to, and more
Someone to be free and open with
But no matter how loud she screams
It hasn't came yet
Her lover ceases to exist
And she remains to keep herself locked up inside
And let her silence intensify