Haze Of Despair

Thoughts are useless as are deeds Already lost is blossom of the young No more... Dreams of morning shine Days leep, submit to night A curse is to live before dying A soul torn from the life Withdrawn, out of sight Birdes flew out from beautiful garden Circle of sorrow seems to never end Wizened are flowers, brought to monument of zeal Bleak endless haze covers a dawn Close to relief and waits no more