Killing Time

Killing time..
If your mouth is the gun,
and I stand bewildered
at sanity.
I watched lips speak,
and sorrow fade.
Slay the regret.
Bury my guilt.
Put to rest the living dead.
It was an opportunity well spent even if I follow you to hell.
It was worth the sacrifice
to be serving a minute
as longed for in hours
during the weeks I have wasted
dreaming of a face.
The hour glass empties
and nothing is done.
But as you are with me
a moment can stand still,
and the rest can drift by slowly.
Let the seconds fortify everyday
that we remember
what it is like
to lose track of time.
To reach for a hand in slow motion
and to rewind the favorite parts
during my dull days where
I just kill time
until my lips meet your's again.