Scorpion's Sting

Like a repeated song that never ends,
Sounding over and over like a haunting nursery rhyme,
Its at the top of my head,
I can almost sing it in my sleep,
Say it,
I know it,
I understand it,
I have been told of it time and time again,
Don't I listen?
Once bitten twice shy, they say,
It's been said for ages,
Why can't I stop myself if I know I will only harm myself?
hypnotized,
paralysed,
my emotions come synthesized...
to the rhythm.
The probability is at its zenith,
It's funny 'cause I know how it works,
...and destroys!
I know that when it bites,
it doesn't let go,
...at least for a while,
It goes in too deep, to the soul within;
Its poison stays within and paralyzes the mind,
...makes it like it's not your own.
Now the heart is at its best;
and nothing...
no one can stop it,
Thoughts are not coherent most of the time,
speech is impaired,
sight is programed to one thing,
...one person,
hearing is focused to sweetness,
touch stays longing for that one day;
to last forever...
taste is mystified of its wonder,
heart remains in yearning;
...for that one moment,
That confirming moment of truth.
But haven't they said?
Haven't they told me?
Isn't it so evident?
...hypnotized by the scorpion's sting.