And another Monday... is roaching 
By life kitchen,
Autumn is approaching
Thus to recognition.

And dreams, that sealed the golden leaves
With couple`s blood against tears,
Are lulling me to waves of mist,
To the gate of non-exist..

Where every ever fallen leaf,
Covering black earth,
Brings cadaverious relief
To my soul`s rebirth.

Dying trees, enchanting heart,
Shedded tears of autumn....
Our souls pray apart
In this rotten odour...