Good Writtance

What is it then, what good? Never doing as it should Tempest tossed from hell Written close to me Tears drain from the eye wells Bitten close to hearts deep sea Ink dries round the wound Written close to me Rejected again my friends Planned out as a grand win Cut this deep bitter sin Written close to me Good then to bed Fateful bitter bled Good I say, good Good Writtance Close to me