Torture Me
by Anthony Holcomb
Like the morning mist,
Cleanses the window pane.
Your love washes my heart,
and cleanses my everlasting soul…
Why must my body quiver,
with a thirst for you,
When I am,
all alone at night…
Why must you be so close,
yet still be so far away.
Why do I still hear your sweet voice,
but your touch still eludes me…
Am I the master
of my own destiny?
Or must I be a slave,
to my hearts every desire…
And why does my heart,
torture me…