Cuckoo Spitting Blood

Oh, night set on when I fell down

In the corner of the field.

Cuckoo, I too sang,

Spit the blood of welling thougohts.

Waking with a hundred grains.

Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.

I could not face you.

Since I don't know my father,

I won't be a son.

In morning when words rise up

Like the echo of a stone axe,

Some demon in me wants to rise up

And walk away.

When I am alone in the day.

At night when I am going without clothes

I see your knees where I would sit,

The purple chair,

Golden trim hedged 'round.

I hid myself underneath my father

With the robes of a son.

In the morning when words rose up

Like the echo of a stone axe.

Some demon in me crawled out

And ran away.

I remember when I took the gifts

Asking you for everything,

Throw your name in the well.

I sink, and sink.