Perhaps you want me
to become again
the imaginary patient
in order to die
little by little by your side
and to enjoy
taking care of me
under the blankets
and the warmth of love.
Do not be ashamed
with the monsters
they are here for men
otherwise who will protect them
from the society of oblivion,
who will be with them
when they are all alone?
So how many times
do you want me to die today?