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 your father

No!

Jesus Christ

Who's my saviour?

Lose myself in God's 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?"