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 death.

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?".