False Memories

I could have sworn to have been here before.
The worry etched across your face as you
Ask, “Are you okay?” Memories that swirl
And tilt all by themselves. My eyes, too sore
From rubbing them while really wanting to
Know if this is all real. Fragments that twirl
Around themselves. It is like slipping into a
Coma, awakening to the sun being too bright
And cheerful. That sky that is too blue and
Those clouds melting like cotton candy. The
Memories that should really feel downright
True, but feel false and feel like a backhand
To the face. I have already been giving in
To this fake illusion. I wish I could silence,
Feed and give the devil what he really wants,
But he already won, replacing my angel with sin.
He has rewritten and stood against my defiance,
But I will try not to give in to all he haunts.