Opened his eyes
Then closed it
Writing something funny
But he hold it
Going through some pain
And he boast it
It seems he's calm
But from inside he lost it.
In dark they be lurking
Peeping showing heaven's pamphlet
Nothing to be worried about
Like in Shakespearean hamlet
Going grieving gone bold
Black hole inside my soul
Screaming loud nothing to hold
Some things better be untold.
