VACANCY

O what is it for my soul?

My heart--it longs for it!

My body--it aches for it!

What could it be, 

That drives a man insane,

And leaves, this stark white stain? 

Spare your sweet soul and mine,

Cause’ the worth isn’t worth at all.

My suns set far from yours,

And your stars don’t shine for me.

Give me a cold winter’s night,

Because it isn’t worth the fight.