My dark muse was once buried, but today he came out to play
he loves torturing me, and throws writer’s block my way
and I love staring him in the eye and assuring him he’ll never get away
with breaking me down by not allowing me to write today.
I will fight him to the death and I’ll get out what I have to say,
because there is no way that this dark muse will prevent me
from writing what I want to write today.