If a Tear Could Fall From the Devil

~~This poem, I believe, is best read while listening to Frühling in Paris by Rammstein
I looped this song for about an hour while writing this piece... The URL..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ZSyB3Tew87s ~~

The screaming pitches of howling galactic storms
searing exposures of a dying stars solar blasts
immersed in these points of extreme territories
this is where I find home
Such extremes these mortal minds must carry
for in their souls I cannot find such a pulse
and so here am i, to mix and be understood
by these delicate minded creatures
and would love to show them where things
like me could find purpose and insight in
the places I go
innumerable calculations of abstract amounts of unreal
combinations precise enough to mold reality
your quite short sighted moralities
puttering in coyness at my always pervading
curiosity of the complexity of your dreams
I can not remember when I last slept
explosive echoes of cataclysmically livid fury streaming
from the atrocious atrocities I must reluctantly endure
You think You have a raw deal?
the strained yearnings of a cerebral palstic soul aching
to share my true opinion of your mind that would truly be
enlightening
if only you could be convinced to set the prejudices down
quietly I hold back the urge to be shared
despite the ever clawing roar restrained in my mind
that would surely surge out of me like a tsunami
but in the next second calms to lazily lapping ripples
of an unbothered ocean
as the inviting lone melody of an only guitar
stops me dead in my tracks
under a shady tree
on a sunny mild-weathered day
in the park