I get these dreams some nights,
I die a coward, not a knight.
I wake up frightened,
My heart feels lightened.
The reasons pondered yet unknown.
Then there are other nights,
I see some guiding lights,
Diverting me away from a path;
A road so created by wrath.
The enemies were once my friends.
There’s this hole inside my heart,
Like the whole of me scattered apart.
Pieces of my memories,
seems unforgettable for centuries.
Unsettled chaos and unreasonable arguments,
Well, you were right.
I am not a friend material!