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?".