Inspiration is Dead

I'm dead on inspiration, need something to write
No good ideas, within a mile of sight
None of theses thoughts feel good at all
Inspiration's death surrounds me and fills these walls
Nothing happy flows though my head
This irritating happening makes me wanna go to bed
My hands are stained with pencil lead
I can't find anything good that hasn't been said
Raise the dead and see what they have to say
Something good, and flowing would make my day
Writer's block is nothing to me
All I need is something inspiring
Silence surrounds me and melodies unfold
Yet nothing new appears, nothing bold
A step in the right direction would be perfection
but even one word would be worth the inspection
Heavenly words ' Inspiration is what I desire'
'Cause I look at my thoughts and say "Poem for hire?"
Who am I to say some work is bad
Any idea would do, because inspiration hiding from me is making me mad
From the icy tundra, to the wet rain forests
I can't find one idea, so I have to wait to find the bests
Wake up to see the sun
Dead inspiration walks in and says 'Inspiration is a loaded gun'
Wake up and tell me a story
Something inspiring, nothing boring
Inspirations death is upon me
The frustration I take solemnly