I tried to be a parrot
Then nothing
I tried to be a book
Still nothing
I tried to be the Sun
But then... nothing
I tried to be the silence
Now I am nothing.

Shall I push when you pull
Or shall I do the same?
Shall I contrast your colors
Or shall I shade the same?
Do I need a little you
Or I must be pure?
Do I think of only me
And never think of you?

Gazing at the crimsoned pulse,
Lingering until it fades,
A back turned on the road,
Plus the dillema it gave.

Sprinting waves of life,
Then he felt regret,
What's done is done they say,
Why'd he needed to go away?

When I realized I am sober,
I didn't knew where I went,
When I realized I am on a bed,
I didn't knew where the pillows went.

When I realized I am high,
I didn't even knew why,
Because everytime I became aware,
All the good things were nowhere.

When I tasted the bitterness of the thing I assumed to be sweet,
How I wished I can dig up a hole to bury myself.

An unrelenting wave,
Sudden rest of the heart.
A pervert of success,
In a sprint of my heart.

An unyielding force,
Etched in her stare.
Falled through,
No one cared.

A general
That does not rest.
Cannot capture one foe
An unquenched thirst,
Of a sudden hero.

To push forward,
Is a beggars virtue.
Why he begged no one,
No one even knew.

A creed that lied,
Made me survive.
Even broke the vow,
And left me behind.

If I'm sold
Then I assume you're the owner?
But I'm not gold
So will you cherish me forever?