Transcendent Feelings

His tragic symphony plays its sadistic
melody in my mind consistently.
The arousing masochism that lingers in
this clouded air
knocks on my door with a riveting rivet
that drives me insane incredibly.
Sanity therefore departs my mind
as its "in" brother fights for a reason
to exist in this season of deplorable beauty.
The symphony has now left me in a
tiresome state of nudity,
where everything shines with unbearable
cruelty and a hint of raging novelty,
dies.