Up In Your Penthouse

up in your penthouse
a world will unfold
with countless treasures
for the eye to behold

but there I sit
in the center of it all
like the prized porcelain vase
on the shelf, in the hall

my eye candy
I hear you say
as you show me off
like you do day by day

but there’s a hint of sarcasm
I sense in that voice
foreboding or not
I have no given choice

and like that prized porceline vase
on the shelf, in that hall
I too will go grow old
dusty and dull

and then what will become of me
I think with a start
will you throw me away?
replace me, part by part?

or will I die slowly
just wither away
peacefully screaming
for one more chance...

one more day...