Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognise
Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
It’s just a few moments that babies get to experience the bliss of being an infant. They soon are forced to learn lips where only loving and comforting words come can also be used to say many hurtful things. And the older they grow, the more they perceive that such lips function more as a tool to harm than to show love.
My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't want to be a man
He grows and forms ideas on the images of love, but like the pornography picture he had seen as a child, he is becoming convinced that there is no such thing as true love, just people engaging in shallow meaningless sex and becoming possessive of the people they are mating with. His warm childhood outlook on life gets colder as he ages, so he says he doesn’t want to become an adult.
Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realize oil on canvas
Can never paint a petal so so delicate.
As he grows older, the pain turns him numb, his defence mechanism making him resilient and hard-hearted. He is becoming cold towards the world and the people around him, when deep down he is just really lonely inside. He reaches the state where he feels that there is no way even the most skilled artist could portray the true agony of one who is broken inside.
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees
Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees
With more problems piling up each day, there is no escaping the feeling that he older one grows, the more life feels like it gets caught in a landslide. And all these desires to do morally bad things, desires to be successful, etc. are increasing the burden of growing up while succumbing to these desires make one feel more and more empty inside. It’s a downhill ride since one reaches adulthood, there is no contentment, just desires that can never be fulfilled. So life becomes a landslide.
Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
It’s just a few moments that babies get to experience the bliss of being an infant. They soon are forced to learn lips where only loving and comforting words come can also be used to say many hurtful things. And the older they grow, the more they perceive that such lips function more as a tool to harm than to show love.
My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't want to be a man
He grows and forms ideas on the images of love, but like the pornography picture he had seen as a child, he is becoming convinced that there is no such thing as true love, just people engaging in shallow meaningless sex and becoming possessive of the people they are mating with. His warm childhood outlook on life gets colder as he ages, so he says he doesn’t want to become an adult.
Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realize oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate.
As he grows older, the pain turns him numb, his defence mechanism making him resilient and hard-hearted. He is becoming cold towards the world and the people around him, when deep down he is just really lonely inside. He reaches the state where he feels that there is no way even the most skilled artist could portray the true agony of one who is broken inside.
Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees
With more problems piling up each day, there is no escaping the feeling that he older one grows, the more life feels like it gets caught in a landslide. And all these desires to do morally bad things, desires to be successful, etc. are increasing the burden of growing up while succumbing to these desires make one feel more and more empty inside. It’s a downhill ride since one reaches adulthood, there is no contentment, just desires that can never be fulfilled. So life becomes a landslide.