Welcome to the Hell

The intense thought process that formed this less-than-acceptable poem was far more troubling than the writing process itself so I decided to put it up to keep it from haunting me.=]

hello to the youth never seen again if
swallowed under pressure of what i have
my benediction to the sour waters in which
have flowed through my mind and back out again

in the form of rain, then condense as pain.
for if i watch on and feel on you: you bring me back again
dancing holy waters on your tounge dance with droplets
that fall into bullets, shoot me on your way out

so i cant condense the form of the rain dance that
you or your friends could bury, dig me a way out
hollow halls of former fear: i wish you were here
but today without you might as well: just as well
welcome to the hell.

greetings to grief and the solidified relief
that brings me down, in rainbows, and pulls me up again
striking familiarity to someone i once knew
someone in which I've pulled the plug, never to power back up again

in resonance of love and heart which beatings me, beat my strings back down
radio essence of a clown with an upside-down world
faced the truth of a bitter wife and interstellar mental fights
the same which hold me down and spit me out in such ways

maybe well pass each other on the way to Real Life
wonder why each of us have gotten there
and look at each other, nails in our hands,
making it real hard for handshakes so instead
we make each other's world have earthquakes
and the little human people beg to us, as gods,
keep on screaming and creaming in their pant legs and beg
"what have i deserved for this? what have i done to make you so unwell?"
and we kiss in shadows we can't quite see, and our tears smell like the red sea
and just like that the little people fell, through seas shaped like tears
welcome to the hell.