Empty hands
An open slot
A vacancy
A place to rest
There's a spot for you
We've made it clean
It's ready now
For you
Chances are slim
Necessities
But if you need
It's there
Things have dried
The skin's removed
The hair's all coiled
The chill sets down
Sensations are
Sensations were
And now I lay
Without it all
You fill the void
I bridge the gap
You may succeed
I'll start from scratch
Shaking thumbs
Thunder stomps
Play the fool
Steal their breath
I'll waste my time
You'll waste yourself
We'll fall flat
Without contact
Warm things mourned
Close things tarnished
Slander and shootings
For all departed
It's daily
Routinely
Beyond me
Beyond you
Settle for less
Stand for none
Stop at nothing
Achieve the pause.
And harmonize to suit your needs.