House of Pain

 

Before I breathed was built for me

This house for the damned and unfree.

And from this abode I dare not stray,

For Cerberus blocks my way.

 

Yet every hour I do here remain

My heart and soul more fill with pain.

And I lament that courage passed me by

And this is my lot to live or die.

 

Still, in my dreams I venture out

To see the builders of my house

And show the layer neath my skin

And ask that we start to build again.

 

Yet, when curfew day's death does sound

In this abode I shall still be found

'Til my soul shall spring to be free

And Cerberus, alas, eatith me.