• I lost my true love, now I live in Hell.
    Whipped on my back as I lay in my cell
    Assulted through speech, some too crude to tell
    Never to see her to break this cruel spell
    Through the flames I tumbled and fell
    Thrashing and smashing about in my jail
    Only on she can a hope for my bail
    Don't count on it, though, her heart is too frail
    It's so close, though might as well be in Brail
    Even though I smile, I still live in Hell