My eyes got heavy
And so did my sleep
And it was then that I dreamed you were visiting me
I still haven't accepted that you're truly gone

And I believe it was you, an angel now
Visiting me so that I could let go of my grief
I didn't remember it right away
But later in the day
When there was a throbbing in my heart

You were taken from me
By bullets of greed
But I will keep you alive through my memories

Selfish are the humans who want to be remembered
Those that try their best to impact someone else
Whether through intents of knowing someone
Or feeling obligated to protect them
Selfish are the humans who live
Selfish are the humans who die
Selfish are the humans

I wonder how much sugar it'll take
To drown your bitter aftertaste

He doesn't have to be
A poetry person
To be my person