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.
Lie to myself (it's not hurting).
Need help, but not from you or your father.
No! Jesus Christ. Who's my saviour?
Lose myself in gods death.
No! I can't bear all this pain.