Dark thoughts

I woke up this morning to your face in shadows
You were muttering in the silence the clacking of the blade in your hand
The only other music to your dark thoughts and fantasies
You sat there muttering in the dark
Metal blade in your hand as thoughts of taking a life danced before your very eyes
Which one was it going to be
Mine yours or the two little ones who laid in bed asleep so peacefully
You would destroy all that you swear to protect
All that you claimed to love more than the world itself
How could for a second you harbour such dark thoughts
If this keeps up who knows where we will end up