POISON, she holds in a bowl <br />pushing it to my lips, <br />to drink it, <br />and join her in the <br />abyss, <br />in the darkness of her <br />soul <br />walk hand in hand <br />with her, on the other-side <br />with nobody there to console <br />where reality is drowned into <br />irrationality <br />never ending story <br />of brutality <br />where you try to live forever <br />everyday <br />and it always ends in fatality <br />pretty much everyday <br />inside, <br />and your feelings just subside... <br />just follow her path to disbelief <br />no questions, <br />and no relief - <br />where the moon is always <br />eclipsed and never full <br />where happiness is optional <br />and mood is always dull <br />where you walk through <br />the gore of spilled guts <br />and rivers of blood <br />to get to your imaginative destination <br />and never rest, <br />where love is a mere condition <br />but hate for love is <br />full of fascination <br />that place is a living hell of your compromises....<br /><br />Khalid Hameed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compromises-3/
