And with a solemn look
upon my drunken Hamlet’s face
I bury forth the sword of
madness deep within my soul
A wound of such will stay
unseen just like its consequence
For every feeling’s been
a thought beyond parole.
Hanna B, Ireland
And with a solemn look
upon my drunken Hamlet’s face
I bury forth the sword of
madness deep within my soul
A wound of such will stay
unseen just like its consequence
For every feeling’s been
a thought beyond parole.
Hanna B, Ireland