Cosmotic Pressure

This is about a lot of things... it's an epic poem...

The shackles of purgatory
Are tormenting my soul!
Let me devolve to you my story,
Of how in the human world I prowled!

A thirst to be unique has inhibited my heart,
But what a folly it was to quench it late only will I realize!
I explore the Earth’s resources, part by part,
And then I find the herb that helps me idealize.
So I use the herb and put forth my unique ideals,
But all they earn is the saliva of the ignorant around.
Don’t they understand how exquisite this feels?
These feelings, these thoughts, these unheard sounds!
Society throws at me its greatest insult,
When it sends me to a prison that tortures the mind!
But in that prison I begin a new cult,
Devoted to the green fumes, which embrace the mind!

Then comes a day when they invade my holy fortress,
And chain my neck with crude and cold heavy metal!
Among the invaders is a young lovely princess,
Her eyes like pearls, her hair fragrant, her ears like rose petals!
But from her twisted mouth come words of immense hurt,
‘Of you go away from this world, you are now in exile!’
They pierce a needle into my head that causes my fluids to spurt,
My mind arrested, my conscious stolen, I think I must rest for a while!
But when awake do I, I can feel my body float,
And ahead in the distance I can see the constant rotating earth!
What was it they put in me, what was that wretched antidote?
They have exiled me to the cosmos outside, with necessary supplies at dearth!

My thoughts slowly swim, as I swim around,
And then pull my hands into my enormous costume.
I place my palm on my chest to feel my heart pound,
I hear my hopeless mind, crying for the green holy fumes!
My costume so enormous, I move my hands in with ease,
As in my trouser pockets below, I find last week’s grass!
I let my tongue caress it as my mind is appeased,
Then I gulp down every fleck of it, as this abandonment I surpass!
Then below I move my hands reaching for it, ever so slowly reaching,
And begin the act of every man, who is devoid of basic necessity!
The figure of that princess reaching my mind, ever so slowly reaching,
Those words of hers now seem so sweet, those cruel words so pretty!

My body is in a state of ecstasy, conquered by pleasure,
Even in this helpless state, under this cosmotic pressure!
Then come the orgasmic feelings, these unfound treasures,
The same on Earth is never the same, when done for pointless leisure!
Here away from all mankind, these feelings my dear friends,
They make love to my mind, and espouse my hopeless existence!
Just like all else that has caused my weak mind to twist and bend,
Against you my friends, never will I show even an ounce of resistance!
Now slowly I can feel, the viscous liquid crawl onto my fingers,
It rises of my skin as in the absence of gravity, its adhesiveness is nullified!
In this transcended feeling, I see the moon in the distance linger,
Then I feel every part of this costume that has my body fortified!
The move of fatality is what I seek to do next,
As I begin the struggle, to push of that which holds my head.
The vacuum steals all forms of heat, my life is annexed,
My soul racing from my powdered body, in curiosity of what lay ahead!

The shackles of purgatory
Still tormenting my soul!
I have devolved to you my story,
Of how in the human world I prowled!