Torment

Torment is a subtle breeze
under the fullest moon,
knowing that you want to scream/
knowing its too soon.

Silent as an ocean's wave
but miles more depraved...

The same chord over and over,
in and out of minor
wild is the wind
but my sighs are only silent.

If you whispered to the stars,
and they didn't answer,
does your hurt still echo
into abysmal forever?

Lucky I can still play
a single note at all,
it aches all that I've ever been
to make love something subtle.