Blood Red Bird

I was not woken by the rooster (the chords stay the Nor by the crows's tough song But the midnight cry Of a blood red bird Brought this sleeplessness on Threw open the window Moonlight on a Black garden of thorns And the cool wind on my sweat What cries home Where cries from A blood red bird lies in the woods Weeping into dead leaves With wing thorn and jutting bone What hand bent it to bust To be useless What hand I could have done it With two fingers A blood red bird A blood red bird We can continually sink into Each other Just deep enough to rip out A bit more flesh When we move away A scarf of skin trailing out behind Like an arrow I was only passing through A blood red bird A blood red bird