Repetitious literature
Keeps flowing thru my mind
But somehow the words still seem
Just impossible to find

I'll write untill my fingers bleed
Blood, my ink of choice
But when a poet's lost his words
He's also lost his voice

Inspiration, has forsaken me
It leaves me barren and waste
Nothing more than an empty shell
I dare not write in haste

Overtaken by emotion
My mind betrays my heart
Like two ships that pass in the night
That keeps drifting further apart

Without my inspiration
The words come out all wrong
It's the music that keeps me writing
To sing the poet's song