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?". |