And so, his world of color faded to a gray, the breeze lost its relief, the oceans waves lost their lull, the candles blaze no longer had its luster, the suns set lacked its flare, and the touch of friends no longer gave him comfort. Wine was now water and food became ash. Blood was no longer vibrant but a dull black. Tears no longer held the warmth of a soul. Music was now a sigh and a mosaic was a wall. The flames of his flagellation burned his body and corroded his soul till he was no more. His world once glowed with the vibrance of a thousand suns, but now it all faded to a dull gray