Paradise is in the eyes of the beholder... you made this very evident in this piece. I have a lot of respect for this particular style of writing mainly because I am not very gifted at noticing the darker side of life in a poetic mannor... I am jealous here!
My favorite was stanza 3 "Where rules came to flip There I start to slip Mere I am in purpose Sheer pest I am the worst Infamy she came for me Insanity came to be"
To know your existance is merely worthless, your mind begins a jourvey into insanity. Your descriptions of this is remarkable