She wanders into my dungeon (dark and shabby)

She sees my chains (old and rusty)

She starts to run (far away)

I try to run after her

But remember I can not run

A familiar scene (yet equally vague)

The lights grow dim (too dark to see)

I can no longer see her (gone is her scent)

I am left with this regret

Where did I go wrong

Gone is she like the rest (to an unknown place )

I start to feel alone (like many times before)

But i am left with my chains (my glorious chains)

With them I am never alone

My chains have never left