Selfish Chaos, Pungent Pandemonium Poem by Robby Villa

Pandemonium where my demons play.
Chaos where the unbalanced of all good lays.
A chasm of the abyss lay dormant.
The break of skin tearing.
When blood goes from blue to red.
Your too swept across your mind to let it get to your head.
When disorder hits innocence, innocence becomes everything but innocence.
You become the nail that the hammer hits.
A crown we must wear and bare.
We learn to adapt to chaos, so that pandemonium isn't an dark and frightening.
Pandemonium makes you feel empty & emotionless.
A cut to feel something other then what I do.
That's not my scar to bare.
The lack of vacancy on my knuckles shows my total self destructive scars.
A true test of interacting with chaos to deal with pandemonium.
If you fall into the eye of chaos,
You'll surely drown in pandemonium.
Some thrive in chaos & try to drown you within.
Those who become barnacles to chaos & pandemonium become jealous they couldn't escape the wave of atrocity in time.
Thus they become the wave that wants to drown.
What they become is a jealous sea of tearing down anything they can't have.
For chaos & pandemonium become an outlooked suffrage of winding down torment that never wakes for it never sleeps,
It never sleeps cause it's wake is wild & begins after your no more a child.