In order to understand the meaning of his thoughts,
You'd have to understand the feelings he has caught,
These perplexed visions, reoccuring every day to day,
A land where he doesn't feel as an oddball, not astray,
So it'd be inevitable that more would come every time,
Lay to the pillow, more wrongful thoughts come to mind,
Sicker and sicker,whats wrong would be standard to ask,
But he starts to act them out, his old visions of the past,
The sexual ramparts of which none would want to know,
He knows ramifications,though he acts his thoughts alone,
As the lost thoughts would worsen, so would the moans,
Of the female body, chained to the basement of his home,
Play the games on her, that he'd played in his surreal dreams,
Angered though, that, now she screams, his anger beams,
Why is she acting different than she had before, is it cause,
She's chained to the floor? bodies remain, near the "whore",
These thoughts, these dreams, this distorted life he can't get,
He only has his one accolade and they're leaving, he frets,
Without it, what is he, how could he ever mend the seams,
He's not getting off on her now, he's lost his surreal dreams...