No Catharsis

This dusk repellent, life’s blood spilled and spent
Agony embodied
Anarchy unshackled — unleashed at the merest fancies of the avatar
These are glorious days
Steeped in the splendour and the plenty
These are odious days
Revealing the many unnamed taints
These are glorious nights, with ritualistic release
These are odious nights, a haunt of debased regression
This veil the face of the grotesque
Taciturn and indifferent
Moved solely by the atrocious
Vacuous, revenant, intrinsic
This, a glorious life
Opulent servings on silver
This, an odious life
Lustrous yet of no meaning
This, a glorious death
A work of the ravenous beast
This, an odious death
But one among the numberless
A crimson thirst with no slake
For its flaws it makes no amends
A product of its environment
Amoral, pariah, inherent
This dawn unhallowed, pleas for aid unheard
Casualty of the fiend
Malefic destiny divined and dealt by the talons of the incubus