Soon but already Lost
Oh I am a lonely painter. I live in a box of paints. I'm frightened by the devil and I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid. I remember that time you told me you said: "Love is touching souls." Surely you touched mine. 'Cause part of you pours out of me. In these lines from time to time. Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine. You taste so bitter and so sweet