Confusion swallows Innocence
Feelings overwhelm Thought
Kaos & Order constantly compete
whispers Hypnotize and foundations Rot
where Pain and Pleasure meet

Tears age the Young
and Words escape the Heart
until Shame makes you swallow your Toungue
lost in Madness, you always feel the Heat
where Pain and Pleasure meet

we live to Stay Afloat
because somewhere we Lost our Vote
and even though the surface Chokes our Chance
it’s the only place that we have the Power to Dance
where Pain and Pleasure meet

there is no real Hope or Illumination
in a world where Cries are muffled by Sensation
Faith lives off of an invisible Truth
like a Deadbolted cookie jar satisfies a Sweet tooth
where Pain and Pleasure meet

we pray with a Faith that is Blind
Hesitation endures, as we fear what we’ll Find
or which Sensation we’ll be Prescribed
remembering that every “good” Man can be Bribed
where Pain and Pleasure meet

To separate the two
only the Invisible Truth can do
will we Perservere to Believe
even while we are Tempted to Deceive
where Pain and Pleasure meet

what is Past or Future
but Distorted and Impure
the only Way is the Moment
and I Pray that it offers an Ascent
until the Where has a Glassy Gold street
that no longer offers a place
for Pain and Pleasure to meet