O spectators come not one,
come not all.
For alcohol drown out his
faintest of calls.
No safty nets pamper his
Behind the scenes 'tis no act,
Not seen, the seemingly defeated
and much depleted broken man.
Yea, an utterly indefinite free faller.
Not ere has he felt
so broken nor felt e'er smaller.
A fee thou need not pay!
Justice says the show shall be
as 'twas yesterday and every day.
The curtains shall not be drawn;
He is far too withdrawn.
Hark! Inner demons are herd viciously
growling and howling.
Though the presence of demons
though not he evil.
A civil war wages deeply within
Shards the remnats of his whilom