Suffer not thy wrongs to shroud thy fate, But turn, my soul, to blessings which remain.

I fed my ego, but not my soul.

God, if there is a God, take my soul, if I have a soul.

I have a lot of work to do today;
I need to slaughter memory,
Turn my living soul to stone
Then teach myself to live again.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

Painting calmed the chaos that shook my soul.