It is called the hypnotist…

We all crave it..

We all want it..

We all fear it..

When the hypnotist puts you in a trance..

Your heart does a love dance…

Bodily chemicals release shooting your vibration up so high high high…

Oh I have been high…

And this is the ultimate high of highs…

The eyes of the hypnotist lure you in…

The lips of the hypnotisT..

Well… they are difficult to resisT..

Afterall… who doesn’t want to just hover above clouds and be sun kissT?

The hypnotist… has only one request…

That you give up all reason..

Close your eyes so you can be hypnotizzzzzed…

Love.. Love… Oh Loooovvvve… is the hypnotists potion…

Drink a little and you will surely lose all notion

of rational thought…

What was wrong is right and day turns into night…

Love… Love… Love…

A second hand emotion?

No Tina… it is just the hypnotist’s Poisonous potion.

Sometimes sudden..

Sometimes gradual..

Always seems natural…

Infallibly perpetually fucking with your mind.

The antidote?

Lose your mind.

Then perhaps you will never again go blind.

And maybe

just maybe…

without the mind the heart won’t be caught up in such a bind.

Copyright (c) Written 5/ 25/11 by Sepi G