What do you think of my poem, Pandemonium?

Question

h**l-bent to live my life to its fullest

Stay out of Pandemonium’s way

You say that you are the cure for what I have

But I have nothing to be cured of.

Bleached and pale,

My fingers write these words while I

Freeze in the strangely cold fires

Of h**l. Pandemonium.

Didn’t I say early in my life

I would stay away from Pandemonium?

How did I slip up on my rule?

Why are things the way they are?

I slipped up, gave up,

Gave in to never return

Sad, now that I can’t.

Forever shall I ask myself:

Where did I go wrong?

Answer 1

Nice.

The answer to the question in the poem: "..where did I go wrong ?"  is that you gave up.

Nice work.

Answer 2

that was interesting