Black Swan

Black Swan All the beautiful people Etched into societies grave A figure in porcelain So elegant and so slender All those beautiful people A slender porcelain doll If only I could make them fall A black swan I was I felt I was the well of society Flowing the nourishment of men And then washing away the feathers Molded in the hands of men I became the model of society Just another tragic love story Floating the poison cloud of death A poison of society it was I became nothing more than a porcelain model So weak and nothing less but a skeleton I became the phantom of my past A haunting image of society Just a figment of a man's dream I was just another tragic love story.