What can you produce when you are bored fool?

That's a nice question. Isn't it? Well I've got an answer. Consider next lines as a work of a fool not work of art!

When I stepped to the darkness
I could see where it ends
But now there’s nothing
Cause you left me babe

Now I am walking in the night
Losing my last will to fight
Watched only by starless sky
Oh babe don’t make me cry

I can’t stop falling
With no more strength to stand
Was I destined to be dying
Here in the tunnel with no end

You were my light in the darkness
My fire in the night
My beacon on the endless sea
It’s all gone oh babe I can’t see
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Smile of an angel
Eyes deeper than hell
Where are you now
No one can tell

You can start laughing ;)