Such Poetic Nonsense

Yah right, poem poetry such lovers of words that comes together

without its misery and pains;

then there is nothing to discover.

Yet alone of it all what more can I gain?

Morbidity of past to cement myself over,

no one to tell me how i got my scar to stain;

of myself see this vampiric lover.

Ohh such poetic nonsense that disdains;

of metre and ryhme repeats itself on this muse giver.

What more can I take of my refrians,

that do repeat on a bar of a music sheet has taken water.

Crap, crap no more of this ryhming all of it shivers.