I keep falling off the world

I keep falling off the world
when I stand still just to look around
I loose nose, ears and smile to the windows
I pass
during the day

the perfect society demands
perfect indifference so I use 
the streets like I take the subway
I wait, get on and hold on 
to a leather strap

and I worry
does the one who is dying has to die today
or tomorrow?

You're asleep, spread across the bed
so you can always turn to the middle
to see me

you're a vulture who's smelling
my decaying flesh
you're watching me die
much to your delight