'Til Death Do Us Part

Ok, so this poem was (loosly) based on something that happened to me while I was in Murfreesboro. This guy walked into the place where his (estranged) wife worked, pulled out a gun, and shot her and then himself. My mom asked "Well, why didn't he

Stare down the barrel...

Do you see, as I do, comfort in the spirals
Leading inevitably down to the metal?
Or do you see chaos, violence, cold?
Strange, that our marriage, begun with a ring of metal
should end with four rings, spiraling into nothingness
Begun with beauty, declining inevitably into chaos...
'Til Death do us part...