Dear Mr. Hypnotist

I am the masochist

This joyous pain

Is giving me shame

Please listen, mister

For I am in a twister

Can you hear me shout?

I desperately want out

My pleasure is sick

In my blood it runs thick

My smile is terrifying

It’s clearly clarifying

My limbs creak with satisfaction

My fingers crack from the action

My laughter is horrendously ugly

I need a straight jacket that fits me snuggly

Set me free of this insanity

Put me back with humanity

Cast your spell

make me well

Swing your simple device

The numbness will suffice

Swaying left to right

I shall not fight

Sleep overcame

Things were no longer the same

It all felt like a dream

All but a ripping seam

Dear Mr. Hypnotist

I am the happiest

This joyous life

Was worth the strife

Well this was cool. :D I don’t do poems very much. In fact they really only hit me when I’m sad, not depressed, but sad. In any case, this one is more on the twisted side. It was fun to do, but I’m going to be honest…*slams head on desk* I used rhymezone! *bows for forgiveness* there were just some words (not all of them) I couldn’t think of rhymes to! It’s really hard; especially when your vocabulary had twiddled down like mine has over the past few years. O.O Anyway, hope you like it.