Cat

@𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜.𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.݁ᛪ༙ 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒓 ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

[cathartic-delirium]

Equanimity

A voice that claws my remedy

making me kneel at the defiant truth

Clamoured subservience towards their will

a sculpture of the unhallowed one

Ordalised a delirium within,

why shall one thirst for sangfroid to pacify the serpent?

their whispers coiled, fanged and flowering.

The storm’s placid availed

A stinging bloom, chiming the sangfroid

They welcome thee with grins

curtains rise on the aria of vendetta

For one cannot parry from a chained bird’s final song.

— 🐾🤍

24.12.25

[cathartic-delirium]

Moirai

Thorns concealed each thump

Sauntering through the grime lumps

Cornea languidly conceals itself

Follow the ichor to revelation

Reprisal, enmity, woe

Fading into a monstrosity

to a Kingdom of Sinister and Nefariousness

Arise, my soldiers

Guard the Monarchs

Cast off to the Void

Emancipate towards Paradise

A closure of the Sanctuary

Spurn the ravens

Follow the ichor to revelation

Descend from thy throne

March forth, undaunted, scorch the Moirai

where valiant doth lead towards the Garden of Eden

— 🐾🤍

21.8.25

[cathartic-delirium]

The Earl

Cascading into the pulses of tremulous leaves

The fiends descended into an oneiro

Controlling every movement

Like a marionette’s stage

The ritual has begun

The catastrophe has rumbled

Blessed with a wing

Embroiled into a whirlwind of pandemonium

Conjured the grim reaper

Yet thou denied my departure

Feeding me with such premonitions

Skeletons entwined with mines to hellbounds

Monochrome paradise

Consign me to my end

Let me be cemented with dopamine

And glaze upon the flared skies

— 🐾🤍

10.5.25

[cathartic-delirium]

Asura

Kneed in front of the tyrant

Gore seeping out of the cyanotic lips

Skull bashing into the glacial pebbles

Hands clutching onto the remaining vitals

Pointed a million guns at my head

Sword ready to shred my skin like apples

Pits of fire encircle around me like a sacrifice to the saints

Hues of Stygian encapsulates the azure

Candles lit up

End was imminent

Threads sewed each finger

Clasping onto an insensate limpidity

Continuously soaking me into thy taints

Rewriting centuries of mementos

Crafting one into thee

Permanently, and irrevocably

— 🐾🤍

6.4.25

[cathartic-delirium]

Hiraeth

The moon dawned upon the gushing conflagration

A frigid core encaged in the arid

Shrivelling tendril cast upon the crucifix

No surration, no wails

A sight of obsidian,

Swayed on the precipice of nullity

Limerence towards thy lexeme

Obsequious for thy endorsement

Enclosed into the labyrinth of benevolence

Wiege in a parameter of delirium

A boundless sea that flails

Drown me, consume me

for all these crestfallen

Scar me, erase me

engulfed in this perpetual dirge of symphony

For one dithers at the sight of the Holy Grail

instead ratified a radical requiem

And for now, overwrite my fate with this pleading vengeance, My Saviour..

— 🐾🤍

20.2.25

[cathartic-delirium]

Apoptosis

Nirvana dawned with hues of twilight

Mirages of elpis conjured,

where one has cradled the weight of a thousand stars to reap

A dreamscape of delirium,

Seamlessly transitioning to the damnation

Trickles of blood dolletted on the petals

Soundlessly seeping through the thorns of its branches

Crimson canopy plunges through,

Insentient beings rummaged through one’s clarity

Sprinting in a loophole of chronicles

Strive, they say

Grief, they also say

Waltz through cartridge

Scour and resonate the calling for oneself

For this world is only crafted for one alone.

— 🐾🤍

21.1.25

[cathartic-delirium]

Styptic Ossuary

Bubbles down my throat

Pulse through my soul

Dagger through my bloodshot eyes

Bells chiming into my eardrums

Resonating with the departed

Burn with a facade of tender flames

Shattered glasses piercing through my entire being

Thorns slice right into the lacerations

Canvassing the sanctuary

Thy were within

Eyes of vengeance and solipsism

Seek for the nihilism, they say

In the end, I was the one who ended up on the cross.

Of all humanity, being and voice, they all perished.

Hanker for the dread, the expiration of sentience.

— 🐾🤍

20.11.24 x 2.2.25

[cathartic-delirium]

Strides of a Monarch

Bedden narratives drift to the occultation,

the sowing weeps

Chasting through the delicate threads

The dainty lucidity persists

The cavern swamped with desolation

Each breath deluged in anguish pulses

Gleaming beacon dances in the darkest confines,

A glow that never nests..

Methodically, a clandestine entity dwells

Unravelling the orbit of butterflies

Fluttering to the ataraxis and sanguine

As I claw into the whispers of malevolence,

To which nothing reigns but a bell chimes.

— 🤍🐾

29.12.24