Sitting alone, so cold and afraid, Surrounded by gray Milan fog, Ever-present, his heart sinks low, Frozen and ready to shatter. Farther and farther it falls, Trying desperately to give life to dead blood. And in front the grayness swirls round, With lids half shut, and eyes already gone. Worms swarm through the sockets Left in his head, as new skin Crinkles and wrinkles, turning to old. So much older than death, peeling Away from the white structure of man. Hair lines the soft velvet fabric As what once was, is no longer there. And through the bones the damned soul falls Down and down to orange and red. Down he goes to burn and char, Rotting in his own misery. His soul screams out in pain, But ‘tis all in vain, for in Hell he shall Forever remain. To scream and cry until his Mouth runs dry. Through all eternity Here shall he remain – The price of a life lived On earth up above.