About my heart - not mine

My heart is like a singing bird,
Who fly so fast,
For any one to listen its full song.
My heart is like an apple tree,
Which is so high,
For any one to have its red, thick fruits.
My heart is like a rainbow,
Which with all its colors,
Hide its true colors from everyone.
My heart is beautiful.
But for it to be glad,
Someone should swing to rhythm of bird's song,
Someone should have tree's fruits,
Someone should see the rainbow's true color.
But important is who does it or someone does it?

Daru, sex aur sucide

I read a book. Don't remember its name. It was a Booker Prize winner. Its name starts with letter 'F'. The protagonist in book had a morbid sensation of death and sex. He was always having a eerie feeling of death in sex.
I would like to add one more element that is alcohol to this list. I see death and alcohol as way of escapism. Most people might agree with me on this (I think). However, sex is seen as something for pleasure. Something, with which life is associated.
Can alcohol,sex and death be alternative to each other? Sex if you consider it at soul level. Two human beings becoming one. It also have loss of identity (may be momentarily). But loss of identity, loss of ego, loss of self might give a feeling of escaping from current situation to other world. Is that's why people call sex as stress buster?
I think sex  can be helpful for people who have obsession or inclination towards alcohol or people having suicidal tendencies.
Basic feature for relief from stress is to escape from stress. To take your mind somewhere else. So, weak memory can be a real boon in case of stress.