Personal Abyss

In this early morn's light, 
One doth gain sight...
Sight to see pain,
What hath thou gained?

Upon this day's highest hour,
One doth gain scent...
Can thee smell the sweetness of the flower?
Or is all thou doth smell fury,
And greed for power?
During this day's eve,
One doth gain taste...
Is that which one doth taste not sweet?
Or dost thou taste only the rancidness of defeat?

At the darkest hour of this night,
One doth gain feeling...
Dost thou feel thine high?
No, for thou art to feel the pain of thine fight

When the night doth grow old, the morn anew,
Thou hearest the night bid thee adieu...
Hearing now this all starting once more,
Thou doth continue unto the abyss forevermore