Testo Pleasure Pursuit

Sudden sanity collapses
Inside the secret red box.
Tremble is the portrait
Holding our memories
And eager is the wish
To grab that little hope.

Softly diving my insecurity, I keep holding on
To the dream inside the stream.
Rays of light smudge the traces.

As I shiver for a moment,
My scream senses the truth,
Takes the gruesome out
And light condemns dusk.

Your carved hands detain
The stray feelings nobody wants.

So bring on the smiling scents
You keep as a hostage.
Grab softly the diving colours To paint my senses.

Can a glimpse of your face
Break the water wall?
Can your faith reveal the silence
And reconcile the fragments,
Unleashing the blunt opacity?