Another Day, Another Death
Another Day, Another Death
Beaten down, fallen and dirty
Wandering around in filth
Aimless direction, stuck in the mire.
He has nowhere to go, no options.
It courses through his veins
It feeds him, It keeps him.
No other thing to rely on.
Another Day, Another Death,
Beaten down, broken and sore
It hears your cries, yet
It does nothing; for it cannot.
It feeds, It keeps, but
It cannot help you.
Left to waste away
A mere unavailing morsel of flesh.
It does what It will
He has no control, he never has
Enslaved is He.
Another Day, Another Death
Not a words can be said
Sorrow envelopes him, holds out
Her comforting arms, he does not comply.
There is no solace, no haven now;
For It courses through his being
It has kept, It has fed, It has become
All he is and all he’ll ever be.
Another Day, Another Death
I hear your cries. I'm not sorry
I feel your pain. I'm not sorry
I can't help you. That's your issue.
- Isaac DeLeon 2001
