Black Spot Pluck

My friend,out of desperation I need to stick my fingers deep inside your heart and pluck out that big black spot Everyone would be much better off... You could finally earn that medal put your humanity on the podium a halo of gold around your soul but you won't let anyone get close enough... so, the black spot grows thistle- cold cleaves the willow from your being 'till you careen off the soft edge of your dreams...