A little horrible poetry

Mirror

I stood and stared and saw myself
But what I saw was not me
It was not the self I had come to know
But was the self I’d came to see.

I paused and looked and saw her there
Lying on the cold tiled floor
Wiping her blood from my cheek
I raised the axe once more.

I chopped and cleaved and carved her up
Her head rolled by the door
I saw her lifeless eyes stare at me
Saying she was my wife no more.

Speckled there upon my face
Crimson droplets ran their course
Emerging from the once white lace
Which will forever adorn her corpse.

My madness left, the realisation came
I hated what I had become
I saw the pieces of my beloved
And I knew what I had done.

She ran and fled to another man
What anger drove her from my bed
I picked up my axe in a rage
And then removed her head.

I stood and stared and saw myself
But what I saw was not me
It was not the self I had come to know
But the monster I’d come to be.