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.
Who's my saviour?
Lose myself in gods death.
I can't bear all this pain.
I had watched the snow all day.
It never lets up.
All day falling.
I lifted my voice and wept out loud, "So this is life?".