I'm knocking in between life and death,
My hands cold and warm,
Nothing looks like abet,
Trees falling from leaves is irony,
I choose to make this irony my epitome alas,
I wont kiss twice in the same century,
I will carry my condo with where-ever i go,
No one will notice i have two,
If they did i will hide the other in the shadow and cliam it were one,
And when the pearly gates open i will hope to take them both,
To cherish and multiply them both by any number not one,
To have them all for myself in the same century,
Is my sexual desire..