Bravery, The
The Spectator
The birds are up when he collapsesthrough her doorSpilling out in constellations on her floorSoaked in liquor he is soft as breadAnd everything that's left in himto beg her to his bedHe is a nocturnal always aloneThey all speak in secret codesthat he has never knownIn this world but not of itso he watches from above itA visitor here, this is not homeI am the spectatorI can see the world passing by from hereAnd I am just a child to a manback to the dust where I beganI was never even here at allI am the spectatorI am the spectatorHis eyes like two cats scratching in his headBegging him for sleep starving for a bedBut sleep it never comesso he ticks the time awayHour after hour hear them playThe bells goChime, chime, chimeTicking, ticking timeChime, chime, chimeTicking, ticking time.
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