Source Of Uninspiration

I can only feel that gratuitous
Rending everything impossible
Sending all my thoughts away
And now each day is an everyday
Without sparks of inspiration
My actions winds up in frustration
Setting my mind to desperation
Problems with communication
Reminiscent of suffocation

What the hell is this source
Which is so thorough filled
With uninspired disorder
Leaving my tape recorder
Empty each and every day
If I could only get one line right
And write my words without contrite
I want to hear my song tonight
But my fingers bleed on the strings

I need dreams which doesn't so closely
Resemble hell
An imagination clean for all this muck
And my mind to stay focused -- Not on the shadows
From behind -- but on the dancing light
In my eyes