The spatters, the droplets
topple down the window sill,
he sits there with a silly grin,
gazing out, across a vast landscape,
alone, alone.

Nobody comes to see him,
his days last hours on end,
until one day he perishes,
and life comes to an end.

Resting in his grave, with a life wasted alone,
god invites him to his kingdom, for his very own throne,
he lives there in happiness, surrounded by souls,
he's no longer,
alone, alone.