Ummmmmmmmmmm

This titanic racing to an end point.  But mine is knowingly aimed.  I aim to sink this boat. I aim to crash this well built hulk of a construct.  I aim to take it down and dismantle via destruction.  

Pointing to a violent end. Fire and twisted metal, I have crossed into the country of crazy.  Craving such an end, and lost in longing to lament.  Can I unsee this eventuality?  Can I pause the pace, please? Wait is that a true desire?  I cast it out in truth.  I see the gore and greatly grieve the horror, but a needed ground zero for building a future.

But here is the gnarly fact, had the titanic aimed...it would not have sunk.