Transitions

What is that?
One minute callous, one minute lost,
Deep and desolate of all meaning
It is all quiet and then sacrificed
For all the serenity in the world
A world of black and white.

Now the time draws nigh
For all, for none,
Transitions.

Fade back out into the world
Take me with and show me,
The need for this sacrilege
Nature of a true demon within
All of his powers stripped bare
Left smoldering in his still raging vanity.

The silence in the time between
Sins,
Rooted in me, unholy simpleton.

Picked him apart
Tore him asunder
Impaled beyond resuscitation
Desecrated to shreds,
The masochist in him.
Turned to dust, disappears now.

A dirge for his dreams
Nearing in me,
Craving for more
Screeching sounds of despair
Setting in now
For the rest of his life and then.

Still like barren thoughts in mind
Throbbing in me
Transitions,
Transitions affecting him,
Transitions for me,
Never ends with life.

Once again, neath his other self
Neath his altar ego,
Transitions.

Taking place
Forever without solace
Reality hitting like a mace
Pounding in his head, in his heart,
On his face, of realizations of the past,
Transitions.