Outumnyo:nic

Scissors upside down in my hand
I cut myself into mosaic
If you roll up my sleeves you'll see
Under my skin the foreign blood

As a leech I've sucked the day as black as the night
Never utter my name, hit me back if you feel that's right
Drink yourself into oblivion from alcohol-free blood
You save me from heartbreak by giving it all you got

Come from upon the fire
Walk upon the water as Jesus.
I'll shake the path to a determined goal
Away from under your feet

Thorns from a boradkeaf tree, shaken, as usual, on a mantelpiece.
You brush against the blue-eyed mist.
No homesickness whatsoever.
The wings wink at you
From a mound of mould