Take his shoes off
he can't do it on his own
Carry him up to bed
Is there anyone at home?
Let me be his voice
He cant speak for himself
At this moment
His eyes are glass
But there's flame inside
Somewhere
Minimal vital signs
He'll make it through the night
His soul flutters within
Like a half-dead rodent
Lost somewhere inside himself
Not even trying to hang on anymore
Signals of life
He mutters and spits in his sleep
Choking on his tongue
Pissing his sheets
He's a funny guy
His face was badly burnt
Fell asleep with a cigarette in his mouth again
He lays there
Dreaming away in a puddle of vomit
And everyone laughed
Again, and again
He's like an old man
So charming
So humble
He'll live through the night
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