A Purple Opinion

What else do you want from me
that isn't already dripping from your lips
Enclosed, caged in your fists?
I lie...a miserable puddle on the floor.
You lie...lapping it all up.
We lie. Pretending it's enough.
Am I just a gaping hole
while you pick the pockets of my soul?

I want to know.
Where will you go
when I'm all out of change?