The rising of the first moon of fall.
Here I sit in my little world,
I've always knew was my own.

Whats the difference between a mausoleum
of one room and four walls,
and a mausoleum
of six rooms and twentyfour walls?

Nothing at all!

Now look inside this soul,
overflowing with plenty,
yet surprisingly empty.

Dark and cold,
awaiting the thaw,

Yet still submerged,
in the first moon of fall.