I would like you to be immortal.
If I knew you could rise back from the dead
I would shoot you without blinking,
Every time you kill my soul.
And I would look at your body
Cold
Without any remorse.
Of course, I would be happy when
You start moving again
And the holes repair themselves.
But there is this killer inside me.
I like him, he’s very quiet
He is not into communicating
Into splitting the thread into four
Into understanding with kindness and compassion
He doesn’t give a damn about talking.
Another time I would cut your head off.
You wouldn’t even know what hit you
Or what you deserve it for
But I know for what
For that moment when you made me angry
With your injustice
I would draw the invisible sword
And then I would look unflinching
How you recompose yourself.
But I’m not sure yet
If I wanted you to remember,
Or if it would be better
To wake up serenely
Every time.
Anyway, until you learn
to revive properly
I’ll just kill you with my eyes.
I’ve destroyed you dozens of times
I wanted to abolish you
Sometimes I succeeded
I dismembered you into thousands of pieces
And I looked at them with a magnifying glass
I hated each and every one of them
But I couldn’t hate the whole.
I loved the whole more than
You loved yourself.
