I was going to write that I'm wearing a cloak of lead Black
when I came to mind the poetry of Baudelaire.
A heavy pall of black lead.
It 's like to feel on his head the whole weight of the world.
The feeling is so strong and durable that I have bent their backs.
In the true sense of the word.
I'm wearing a hard crust of negativity.
It would take the arms of a giant tear on.
I feel like all the negative forces of the universe converge on me.
The lightning rod of evil.
are evil in a circle from which I can not get out, the brain
buggy from 2:00 to 3:00 thinking that alternate in a vicious circle,
stench of rotten,
are exhausted and on the last spark
use the energy to cry vengeance
against those who wanted to hurt me.