Now
You are the crimson

The blade
That enters my capillaries

The hand
By which I meet fate again

Yes, this is you

The most beautiful thorn
Upon the wilting rose

My sanity
Faded so long ago

But now I know
The truth of it all

As I’ve gone insane
I now know
that I understand everything

The butterflies
That cause hurricanes

And the foolishness
Of my own two eyes