make me warm
make me feel at home
shelter from the storm
no direction where i roam
i cant see past the fog
but i can see the days rush past
so i drown in this sea of grog
and hope this euphoria will last
misery and angst crawls up my spine
it teases my whole and fills my soul
no word i put on paper in rhyme
can ever fill this voided hole
empty years spent on empty hearts
wasted time alone in the dark side
bury my mind in puzzles and arts
because it's my reflection that i cannot hide
im worn and torn, aged beyond my days
and yet still i push my rock up hill
is there hope for the men trapped in haze
or will i die before i get my fill
i linger on in this mortal fold
here i lay and writhe with a silver tongue
and eighteen years, italic yet not bold
i will forever be the one never  young