Haze

When the world is gloomy
Held in haze
Smoke emerges from the homes
Nothing penetrates
No vision of where the path leads

Faces around me grieving
People aging as I see
The only trace of sanity – the face of the madman
The god within is out on sweet slumber

The dusk inspires a moonless night
Only the vague flicker in those eyes can bring my faith back

I try to jump hoping that the sorrow would bleed itself away
But the life blood has coagulated
Turning me to stone