Games

How long are we going to do this?

How long are we going to sit in this empty room,

our eyes locked

in an invisible trance?

How long are you going to keep searching

for what YOU lack in me,

digging deeper into me

when what you were looking for

was right at the surface?

The clock chimes,

another hour, day, week has passed.

Time is running out.

The walls are closing in,

my faith is fading

and I am slowly cutting

myself free of your hand,

even though I love to

feel your fingers

intertwined in my hair.

My soul is aching,

aching for something

that makes it feel

so pure,

yet so sinful.

Tick tock.

The clock chimes again,

and suddenly,

your name

has a little less meaning.