Rambling thoughts on a beautiful day

I stood amidst the shattered glass
that once I called my mind,
and then I fade into the mists
that mark the end of time.

From childhood to here and now,
at this time in life,
I think, I wonder, I ponder how
I came to all this strife.

My heart is full of secret pain,
it's ripping me apart.
and when it's done, when vengeance comes,
then violence turns to art.

For when it comes and come it shall,
I tremble at the thought.
When all my careful self-restraint
will end up all for naught.

And on that day I will not weep,
whatever comes for me.
For by my pain I break in two,
in death will I be free.