I'm perfectly fine
Don't ask me "how are you"
I'm sure you don't want to know
That behind this mask of a smile I have been flooding
Don't ask me how I am because underneath my suit and cheerful smile I am a walking dead
I'm perfectly fine
As the world goes to bed all cozy
I retire to my couch to see the end of a bottle then another and another
Swimming in memories of companions
Drowning the tears of sailing alone in a house of many rooms with echoes of cold my footsteps
Charging the battery of MR INCREDIBLE.
Smiling with the sun and dressed elegantly in strength and steel amoured confidence
Behind this highlights I've been a scared man locked in the dark cold basement,
my soul naked, bruised by loved, wound salted with loneliness and locked out to the cold breeze of life.
My tongue yarns for an ear to listen, my body a hug, my ears words of comfort and encouragement.
©Ilma
