argo

I have an inspiration , but it has nowhere to go

For the darkness within, refuses to grow

Though it feeds, on hatred and anger

Suppression of my rage, has murdered my bantor

So there it sits, with both rhyme and meter

But lacks the black thoughts, to use either

Hearing the darkest of rhythms, to fuel the fire

But it will not come forth, depsite my desire

Alone in the dark, insiration inside

I'll end this rambling, for I've nothing to write