Inspiration, a poem about writer's block

Inspiration

The screen lit on my face like some half assed light at the end of the tunnel.
I wondered when it would tell me all the words to write down,
what great epiphanies it would reveal to me.
I found out that the glare stings after a while,
and that the words will only come with a sacrifice of
blood and tears
onto my 101-keyed altar.
I never did get any beautiful, flowing words or heartfelt confessions though.

All I got were these.