I killed and buried my old self,
Trust me I never went back to that grave.
I kept battling each and every night,
a brawl of swords and emotions.
I came back with injuries,
with broken bones and bruised emotions.
He tried killing me but I fought back,
he was in pain, I felt for him but I rather kill him before he kills me.
I cut him deep, he yelled out in pain.
I brought the sword out of his system,
took two steps backward and went forward with pace,
I put the sword through his heart this time.
My hands were stained with blood,
The moon gradually went blood shot.
I carried his lifeless body to the graveyard.
I didn't want to take chances,
and so I cut his head off.
I went back home, got a shower.
I thought to myself,
"I won't go to his grave, I won't go back!"
Rest in peace to my past.

© Isaac Jimoh Samuel