Erin Dawn Deneys
Oh Mercurial Me
Oh mercurial me...
A tree I am not, for;
Like bark I peel,
Like leaves I fall,
Like roots I twist, tangle and manipulate the soul.
I can not shade you when I am the axe.
I can not give you air when I am the match.
I can not save you when I am the flood.
Stay under my tree in rotten mud.