Behind the bedroom door there sits a man.
Bounded by chains and weighed down with those links; he never ever moves.
His thoughts run ramped and destroy everything, but he
never moves a muscle.
His beautiful wife would save him lovingly, willingly, but never has he asked her.The family waits and wonders. What is so great about that place he plays, in that realm away from true love.
she holds the key molded for thee but he would rather be a slave to his master.
His fantasy world lives and breathes around him, the real one does not matter.
The chains grow heavier, while the lock collects dust.
He smiles a dark devoted smile and whispers "I serve only one master"
and she serves him every night.
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