Torture Like Love

Missing the Eyes of an Angel
Wishing As Pure As I might be
Opened Mind, Dreaming Stare

The Hands of Love and Torment
Relent on a fallen Heart
Tortured by Silence and Force
Hands to Grasp the gods' Truth

What Have I Become
without Her
The Man She Forgot

I ponder the Questions
Not Knowing where to begin
All is Done , All has been said

In Our Past

Still, Begins the Torture

And I Lay Still
Acceptance, Breathing

Smiling Again