A Word Of Welcome And Warning

Pick up the phone

Blessed be the thief

disguised in skin

And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in

Paint the receiver

to the side of the fake

Lying at the bottom of the staircase

Broken elbows

And you're coming through the window

And whoever called night a blanket

Had never the felt the cold

And whoever called the night a blanket

So use your fingers

darling

And tear away at the restraints they call the body

It's the temporary things that rip us apart

For the body is but a piece of art

for you to tear to pieces

And to the night

Under the blanket

under the weight of the world

This is history to thievery

It's the crying and the screaming

For the lying and the lack thereof

And I can feel the blood as it saturates your face

This is history to thievery

These are only games we play

This is history to thievery

These are only games we play

Hang up the phone