Ode to my Muse VS. ICS 300

My Muse, so sensitive is sleeping - I close my eyes just to make sure it is breathing
It doesnt want to fight today - It doesnt want to come out and play
It hides under the covers of my mind - Without my Muse that's it, I'm blind
I nudge it as I plead for help - Please, my Muse, we have a poem to develop
And as I look closer and closer and closer
It's locked inside a cage and guaring it - so full of rage - ICS 300
ICS, so cold and bland - Feels more like a pit of slimy quick sand
It's time for me to make a stand - I'll rescue my Muse with my own bare hands
I stare down ICS 300 - But it seems as though I've made my bed
I sink - The teacher speaks
I listen - My Muse disappears
It's dark