I've seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine. The flower they carry had once been mine. Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies. Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it's not hurting). I need help, but not from you or yor father. No! Jesus Christ. Who's my saviour? Lose myself in gods d**h. No! I can't bear all this pain. I had watched the snow all day. Falling. It never lets up. All day falling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud, "So this is life?".