i like  destruction but not death

even if you're blown to pieces i hope you experience the entirety of your self scattering over the room
if you're sliced in half across the waist i want your concern to be keeping your organs together inside you, not staying alive
if you're being melted like wax, for you to be stuck as a puddle while your being is spread thinner trampled over and over
for you to be trapped as forgotten clothes tearing to uselessness