I wanted to

kill you with my bare hands for a long time.
But that was then and this is now.
Aren't you relieved?
I didn't think so.
(I hope not.)
I'm still able to take you down without looking at you.
I don't have to say a word ( really.)
As my target it's that simple.
(I see you!)
A remote view is all I need, if that's what I want.

But I am sick of killing.
So we're both lucky.
I want to live.
I want to love.
I want light.
I want joy.
I want freedom.

And killing you gets in the way of everything in this life.
And this life is very short

                                                                                                                          (and not so sweet.)