No Catharsis - Dichotomy

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