Pandemonium

Time had left her amidst the chaos 

Forced to accept everything and anything 

That was served at her table, 

More than sand-blind she was made, 

Her angels had a wrecked scheme for 

A long time now.

She stood there underneath the darkness

Trying not to be seen by the truth 

Because it was just too good to sink into 

People had left her torn in lies 

While she already knew what was not-false

Yet, she liked the way they pretended.

Once a lover, now her love left others in pandemonium 

For her confession was like a comforting love letter

Written in blood but presented with roses and a dark, 

melancholic piano For the emphasis.