Duelist

come at dawn
all the burning lights are wasted
tongue tied now
you can't understand the torture
in the morning of the day
with the cold world brings a fear
solitude
hope to hear all is not gone and wasted
deep and dark underground
apart from all that's aching
in the seconds near a time
just a figure in my mind
and a pale cloud passes by when the mourning doves' on high
i cannot feel all the feelings i might
out the gate i come undone
how can i feel all these feelings at once
tempt the bottom feeding love
wade in the darkest of darkened accounts
rest and breath in all your last of days