Black swan

the agony of the world of the senses of the problems of my moments when you slam the darkness devours you smite thee bothers you get into that deep where no one can be away from the man who empties pain memories and recollections will kill me makes me 'makes me hurt me more than what he likes best are clothes that removes and adds fine cloth of gold sew using his mind makes me in his image to his liking undoes the canvas of the soul and I exist because he causes me