Unfortunate I am to lay down here on the cold floor,
Counting every tile that reaches the door,
Listening to my sad thoughts down my heart's core,
It keeps on beating though it's feeling sore,
So cold, feeling like a cat without a fur,
Tears pouring from my eyes causes everything to blur,
Slowly letting go but the decisions remains unsure.
Unfortunate I am to be here in my dark room,
Thinking about flashbacks I always wanted to resume,
Inhaling no air but the odor of your perfume,
Tasting the state of melancholy and gloom,
Light, hope, love and happiness slowly consumes.
Unfortunate I am to spot your old dusty recorder,
A few crawls away to this room's corner,
Turning it on and adjusting it's volume to boom louder,
And as sweet hums released my heart jumped and flattered.
"Sing a lullaby for me, darling from the past,
I'll set it on repeat so the memory will last. "
Unfortunate I am to hear your last lullaby again,
Filling the remaining spaces inside my heart and brain,
Wrapping me around like some sort of chains, Causing me a slight of happiness with some sort of pain,
The only beautiful tune that will make my skies rain.