killing me

You pointed a gun at my head. I stared.
You fired an empty shell. I stood motionless.
You picked a baseball bat next, swung it at my face.
I looked on curiously, I was never afraid.
You pulled out a sharp knife thrusting at me.
It went through, I remained unhurt.
You screamed and shouted at my seeming invincibility.
You never realized I couldn't die because I was already dead.