The Wound of Pleasure

I've been stuck and yet I have to find my way out.

Been travelling across north and south.

But all of the places seems haunted

Seconds, hours and days is tormented.

Once I was enthralled by this magical disaster

But now I find myself to worry thereafter

So lost among the sea of worries and anxiety

But to whom I shall lament to, to thee?

Been rocking in the same place every night

I never heard my screaming voice in fright

Have been afraid for all of my life

Sick of this song, give me a knife

The sound of the ruthless heartbeat

Pushed me to the end of the cliff

The sound of the rushing heartbeat

Pushed me to the edge and stiff

Then let myself drift and wander

Hand in hand, we pulled ourselves together

Drowned in the sea of sheets

Pushed it in until it reaches the limit

In the warmth of each other we feel

Insensitive, as we make our way to the peak

A night full of carnal desire

The wandering soul and shattered mind

When body dwells this two has been bind

The eagerness of that dreadful situation

Has been reached the maiden drowning in conclusion

That it's something you can control, just mind

While others tell of the consequences

Yet you let yourself be in that chain of mess

A moment of pleasure traded for a risk in pain

Emotional and physical, acting in vain

After those moments of pain and pleasure

There's something that the soul cannot endure

It may be a pleasure in banker's time

But the scar it left may last a lifetime