Hate Poem

I was thinking that there is too much love poetry. Much of it very clichée. So I distractedly wrote an unhinged poem that starts from a clichée and turns to horror. I tried to go for "disturbing".

I cannot live without you

My canvas forever bears your paint

You have traced an arrow of pure crimson

To pierce my chest

Drawn words, like edges of sharp obsidian

Over my heartstrings

Cut apart my flesh

Rending my steel to the core

Twisted the air in a chain

Enslaving me

My wind is as weary of you

As the candle is of the fire

You spilled life-blood on my hands

The brand will not away

I looked to the uncaring skies

Would they not undo this ?

Such terror I was ; yet was it not your wish ?

Sowing ruin to reap my hatred

Whose dizzyingly sweet flower

Now blooms on my fingertips

I love you.