Scarlet red.
Make-up in hand.Straight out of bed he stands.Another day to attempt to escape quicksand.That is the system..he is in. Living?Like a fiend, antonym to him, 7years old ,he was dreaming.And some dreams dont come true.So he stands...an entertainer.Sadness covered with a different persona.He applys his make-up on...to change.From his state now to what he wants us to see...it's nothing strange.Think about it...behind this "mask" lies man.Broken.Torn apart.Out of touch.With reality...but what's real is him performing..Making you laugh, remenicing of the show in the morning...After the night...stormy night with bills as a bed time story.Writing letters to his estranged daughter...But never being able to make the delivary.A friendly character...Topped off with a smile.But what's a smile thats a lie.