Vacancy?
that would be the hole in my chest where my heart used to be.
I feel empty,
a  ten gallon hat sat on the head of a pin, but I can't get out so I slip right in,
the baptist says my sins are absolved and I dissolve once again to be reborn just the same,this never ending rigmarole is manna for the mortal soul,I'm either going mad or it's me here bleeding,death bound on a slab.

I thought I had found what I knew I had lost in the package that came but all that it cost me,post paid was the vacancy,unwrapped I am empty and the light burns on low.

Show me  the man and I'll show you what I cannot do,can't fit through,don't feel right,won't fit in and the light's still burn low.

The baptist said,'go forth and multiply'
Why,
what good would it do when you don't even know who you are and any offspring to spring wouldn't know anything,why bother at all,

Wear celibacy like a caul and it strangles you,it takes the breath from you,it'll be the death of you and you'll end up like me.
The vacancy.