I can tell by the lines on your face
that tomorrow I will be obsolete.
[sinister smiles - lies all the while]
I can see the lies dripping from your lips
like arrows tipped with poison.
[you are not for the faint of heart]
I can hear the bells ringing
at my funeral on a Sunday morning
[many thanks to you]
I can smell your filthy hands
when you come to rob me
[of whatever you might have left behind]
I can taste the burden you bestow upon me
and the unoccupied love savored
[bitter-sweet aridity].