Riddle

There is darkness,
And darkness is my heart.
There is pain,
And pain is my soul.
There is sadness,
And sadness is my meaning.
There is death,
And death is my life.
I’m the collector of all things forgotten.
I’m a giant,
Yet I am drowning in a glass of Coke.
I am the smoke of the cuban cigar
Sleeping in the ashtray.
I am the sound of a guitar
On a french morning.
I am one second of one minute of one hour
On a silver swiss pocket watch.
What am I?
Who am I?
Where am I?