I've seen them.
So dark.
Black.
And yet fine.
The flower they carry had
On once been mine.
Get away from me, man of stories.
Robe of lies.
Stay far
From me.
I lie to myself (its not hurting).
I need help, but not from you
Or your 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?".