This piece is about Autumn and how everything dies at that time even people in some ways. Like school, jobs and personal life seems to dwindle.

I'm waiting for the moon in

dark tranquility expanding these

thoughts of trespass

The autumn nocturnally grasping

down by the savage remains of

the decaying limbs of the lightly

frosted trees, enclosed by the rays

in lost sunshine

Treading by the falling sun

masking indifference of the monsoon

from either side.

Monsoon is the seasonal wind of southeast asia.
Last edited by guitarbreaker at Jun 1, 2006,