Trance

Trance is an addiction.

One tiny taste of it, and suddenly,
it's all you want.
You need it.
You crave it.

That sweet drop, that tug in your gut
that drags you down... down... down
until your muscles are so relaxed
it's hard to move...

until your breathing is so slow
it's as if you're deep asleep...
your thoughts fade, gently disappearing
as the blissful empty creeps in
and takes over everything...

The delicious pleasure
of being blank and pliable.
The tingling arousal
of being caressed by words

Words that dance around
in the hollow of your mind,
changing, implanting, reprogramming
the little bits of you that you surrendered...

And when it's done
and you're awake,
blinking yourself back into reality...
All you want is more.

You find yourself searching for that next fix,
that next trance to lose yourself in.
It becomes a cycle, a never-ending loop
of seeking out that delicious escape
from the chaos of everyday life.

But with each trance,
the addiction grows stronger,
the craving more intense,
the desire more uncontrollable.

Your mind becomes a battlefield,
torn between the desire
for that euphoric state of nothingness
and the knowledge that it's not sustainable,
that it's not healthy.

Yet still, you find yourself unable to resist
the pull, the allure of that sweet surrender.
It's a dangerous dance, a risky game
of giving in and losing control.

Trance is an addiction,
a slippery slope
that once you start down,
it's hard to climb back up.

But oh, the pleasure,
the ecstasy,
the bliss...
it's worth it, isn't it?

Just one more taste,
one more hit...
Just one more trance.