Beneath the Crimson-Soaked Luna

Isn’t it strange?
Within the grasped embrace of what’s humane
Forsaken entirely; humanity
Indulgence of sin in totality, omniscient of its apparent atrocity
Latched upon consciousness akin to a vice
Once banished, dwindling into contemplation of mice
Conjuring visages of men as debased monstrosities
Deserving of only demise