Graffiti

my sweet dreams have become nightmares,
sour tale for weary ears
because memories don’t die
I would have to kill myself.

to survive another second,
another moment of you
flooding my mind
like water from a broken dam

I struggle to stay afloat,
I struggle to not sleep
at night, you come for me
like the messiah

who died only to come steal my soul.
because memory don’t die
I may have to kill myself
so you don’t.

Victor Oyedele

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