That Fateful Love

I've never fallen forty flights
Down an elevator shaft
But I heard a similar sound
In the accelerating laugh
Of an organic shift of gears
In my unaware direction

In retrospect,
The inevitable wreck
Was the sweetest caress
Of necessary demise.
That fateful love could do no less
Than hijack my trajectory
Through senseless time and space
Forcing me at gunpoint
To my pre-ordained proper place.

Author notes

The first two lines and the title were salvaged from a horrible poem I wrote a couple years ago. I was about to delete it, when I realized how much potential they had.
However, I want more assonance/consonance/alliteration in it, since it's my current thing. Just a little bit more- in lines 3 and 6, and something better than "senseless" towards the end.