Dark Dungeon

The dark dungeon I've created
The moat I put around it
The dark red it's painted
The way I'm shackled to it
The blood that has clotted
from the knife that caused it

What kind of life have I created?
That I have never let anyone in it
A friendly house I should of fabricated
The front door I should of kept lit
The door should never of been left locked
So all who came, could come in it

The dark dungeon I've created
I have no way of getting out of it
The doors are all locked
I have no place to sit
My dreams they have all stopped
This knife I might use it
To end this life that I created

by Bruce Demers