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 nothurting). I need help, but not from you oryour father. No! Jesus Christ. Who’s mysaviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can’tbear all this pain. I had watched the snowall day. Falling. It never lets up. All dayfalling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud,”So this is life?”.