Platinum Monotone, Possible Crumbs

Are there any you's here,

that I haven't known before.

I'd like to feel your warmth,

won't you please puke on me. 

Repeition, where's that from?

Question, why again?

Repeition, where's that from?

Question, why again?

I hate myself and I want to die,

because I like Nirvana.

I'd say something original,

but I'm too selfish.

Broken brones overgrow, swollen bypass surgary tendencies.

Rhymes every sentence, constructing creativity.

Originality in every painful poem, figure the tone.

And make another obligated stereotypical judgment.

Repeition, where's that from?

Question, why again?

Repeition, where's that from?

Question, why again?

 Is this inspiration,

or just lack of Mademoiselle's.

Please find your way to me,

limitation really fucks.