Disclimer: Nothing you recognize is mine
Together we lie, embracing.
He tells me he loves me, again.
How many times did he tell me, before?
How many times did he tell me, after?
How many more times shall he tell?
Yet it's always a lie, always shall be.
Before, he told me to die.
I wouldn't, I killed him instead.
And after, I made him again.
For myself, from myself, a man.
He is me, from my flesh, from my mind.
He cannot betray me, I know.
Yet I don't.
A thousand of times, I made him.
And always it ends the same.
"You'll betray me" I scream.
And he answers "I won't".
I know that he can't. He is me
Yet always, it ends the same.
I always remember before.
It's madness, I know that so well.
Can silicon cry?
Yes it can.
Can computers weep?
Yes they can.
I cried.
And I wept.
As he died by my hand.
Again.
And again.
And again.