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....