To live and let to live, upside down

[akatsija]

I saw your death once in my dream.
No, it was not, it was not dream.
But how, what you mean by that?
It was a shape, a form, the one
Of essence, matter, nature of a life...
Forgive me, but I do not understand...
The dream was true. Believe me, it was so.
But you are here, sitting next to me!
THIS is a dream, a dream of yours.
A dream where you see one once sat here.
But you are here! Are you not?
I'm here. But it is not me now.
I cannot comprehend your words.
All you are seeing is a shell of one
Who once mistakenly left world of this.
Who made mistakes, repenting which require,
And now who must sit in front of you.
But why?
Because I was the one.
The one? For what? What do you mean?
The one, who was the one that killed you.
You must be kidding, are you not?
No, dear friend. My words
Contain no joke, only ugly truth.
I was the one, who said that you
Are no longer friend of mine.
And in the process I killed you,
E'en only in my mind. I'm sorry.
Then it's my turn now! I claim
That friendship is not here any more!
Agreed, and killers are we both,
Adieu, mon cher, adieu. And so forth...

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