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?".