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.

Justintuijl (2010) 

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