"From the Methbed to Hels' Underworld Abode"

He said...

"Welcome to the Underworld, it's
 so Good of You to Join Us all
  Here,"

This I heard while lying back in
my bed

I felt the hairs on my neck raise
and the skin become goosebump
in texture as I felt the Presence
enter my atmosphere...

or had I unwittingly entered His
otherworldly atmosphere

The air here is cold and empty;
the world around me has become
listless, apathetic, grey

I go about as normal, but not with
the same zeal or drive, although I
now feel as though another wyrm
has been implanted within my
bowels and leads me about

I'm lying here on my methbed; it
has taken me down into Hel's
bowels and I can feel Her
cold hands within me

Underneath this covering of skin
where the real me is contained
Her cold hands and desires
gently passover and caress
me

Here in this grave of meth I have
been opened-up unto these
subterranean beings

Every time I take my hit and
feel it as wave after wave overcomes
me, I feel as though I am entering
into another subconscious, but
definitely existant realm

Some might call it delusions, or
illusions, or some form of schizophrenia,
but I can most assuredly say that when
it happens it's like watching one of
those ghost story movies where
the room goes from bright and
warm, to cold and grey

It's like a pit, a gateway, a portal,
a vortex is opened-up in the pit
of my stomach and I'm transported
into another dimension...

Even now I feel it opening and causing
me to cross-over and to be taken in

I can feel their breath, the pressure
from their presence against me
guiding me their way, into their
abode

These nocturnal creatures of Hel are
carrying me from my methbed into
the...

"Land of Hels' Underworld Home,"