On My Fingers

They try to feed me in times of hunger But I refuse their generous hands Though I am a taker, an opportunist I've got longings no offer can stand Take a good look here Marble at this stunner of a being so profound He must be our saviour The second coming He has come here to waltz around I don't care whose house is on fire As long as I can warm myself at the blaze Of burning furnish, cherished photographs Unrelated hell Come here and balance On my fingers They will be here for you When its all you have left I always lied to you, did you not know And I'll put you in manacles, doesn't it show Little bird land on my fingers I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings Can you transcend my force in your broken allure Flee in my shackles, I'll be coming after you