Holy F-Cking Ghost

I'm sick again. in a blizzard lit by city streets, all the night's salk and limes have come to light in the morning. nature's what we've made of it. can't it just be nice to see me? nothing is without light. i'm sick again. the bulb's dust-skin's just it's beginning. all the night's pride and shame has been redeemed by the shadows. the sure is the cause, but thinking happy thoughts works in a way. nothing is without light. what does delay mean? i'll change my cheap woven clothing. can't let the devil recognize me. what does alone mean? i comed, muttering "jesus". and with me "i'm coming" muttered jesus. i said "every face i saw was the same face, so may we all make it home safely, cuz nothing is without light."