---False Prophet (For Alex)
-M. Logan

Tears of crimson stream down my face,
As my heart beats at horrid pace.
Thoughts of redemption cast aside,
My madness can no longer hide.

Scarlet rain from eyes unseeing,
Drained from my own heart unfeeling.
Bloodstained hands a red dagger clutch,
As I await the divine rush.

Ne'er again will I righteous feel,
Some wounds, they cannot ever heal.
I've given in to the madness,
Bound my soul, eternal sadness.

No one can help me now.