Twisted

This grey dawn turns darker yet,
Seaspray to acid rain;
Her sorrow, her gentle regret,
Drowns me in pain.

Her glittering tears, soft cries,
Her words of kindness:
Glass splinters in my eyes
Of blood and blindness.

Sympathy makes agony,
Hatred can bring peace.
Caresses sting, and fantasy
In horror gives surcease.

I envision to destroy
Everything lovely about her.
Inwardly I enjoy
Each vicarious torture.

As my knife moves toward her,
I stop and still my blade.
Should I be her destroyer,
I, too, would be unmade.

Frozen pose so vengeful,
Sledgehammer raised in rage
Over the crystal angel,
Never to engage.