The Daily Oblivion (2:43)
Its blank pages break the news
To a more digestible form
Each day the last's erased
Global calm is restored
I lost the will to die
And with it any allure
When you're just your illness
You're murdered by its cure
If you said it
I get it
To my credit
I read it in
The Daily Oblivion
Above the fold
Beneath contempt
Back when I bled
It led:
"City to Boy: Drop Dead"
So, Good Morning, Daily Oblivion!
(I'm not waiting anymore)