Press the forward button

Yellow lights of the city 

Cast on the mattress from the glass

No point in rising

Cold bitter outside

Stark reality, better to hide

Past regrets no more

Press the forward button

All the possessions gone

Just one small comfort

That brings great release

Then the downtime

Until rising again

Better to sleep

One step closer to the end

Being empty and away from this

And I watch the light

Slipping across the room

Daylight then lamplight

Over and over

Soon I will see it no more.


(before 2013)