SuNsHiNe DaIsY

There's a butterfly in the room
Beautiful colors; fresh wind brought her in.
She flies around and fills this empty room with life.
I watch her as she slowly folds her wings
And lands on the cold white floor.
There she stays, as the clock ticks time away...
Tic toc tic toc tic toc
Tic toc tic toc tic toc
I try to tell her to go away
This room is cold and dark
Her colors will soon start to fade...
But alone she sits, waiting for something more.
A gentle breeze to fly her out?
No, at this time of night the air is calm
Too calm, in fact, for anything or anyone to get you out.
Leave, stop, it's still time...
I focus my attention on something else
Time ticks away fast, faster, fastest.
The butterfly has not left the room.
Is it just me or are her colors going black?
I'm alone in the room.
It's a cold, dark room.