Another Day(Forgotten)

Another day
Another week
Another year
Time passes unaware of the pain it causes us

This drawn out depression and the ever shortening span of life
Are just blips on the radar that are never revisited
 
We beat on, backs against the current
Killing the present and wringing out the past
Raising our guns against our stereotypes
And betraying the charities we fund
 
Tell me, how do you feel?
Living in this guilt riddled paradise
This wax carver's dripping bottle
 
Life's a disposable cartridge that
Feeds ink into a ball point pen
What is written can't be erased  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
But it can so easily be replaced