The strange feeling I experienced the first time I looked into Michael’s eyes has kept haunting me. I’m always in control of my body. Even when I’m passed wasted drunk, I still know exactly what I am doing. It’s harder, true, but I’m the one calling the shots. Feeling I can’t move, can’t speak, feeling someone else taking over my body, my mind just couldn’t really cope with it and kept trying to find an answer.

Thanks to Joanna Young’s challenge, the Mission Im(possible) Group Writing Project, I found a way to exorcise my “daemon”. I wrote the lyrics for a song called “Mesmerized”. I imagine it to be a rock song. Something like the Queen of the Damned soundtrack, or something like Tea Party. Maybe even Evanescence. But definitely a rock song with oriental influences. So here goes, hope you love it.

P.S. My maker, as in the writer of the novel, has never written song lyrics either

Mesmerized

He has frozen your body, feel the trap in his eyes
You are under a spell, you have been mesmerized
Don’t bother to fight it, they are useless, your tries
Cold shivers take over to keep you paralyzed

You cry and you scream and you punch and you fight
But the grip that he’s got’s getting ever so tight
You can’t breathe, you can’t think, there’s no word of delight
And the grip that he’s got’s getting ever so tight

Yet you can’t help but notice the promise of a smile
Let go of your worries, it will all be just fine
And you know he is willing to reach the end of the trial
Throw Nature’s tide over, share a glimpse of divine

You cry and you scream and you punch and you fight
But the grip that he’s got’s getting ever so tight
You can’t breathe, you can’t think, there’s no word of delight
And the grip that he’s got’s getting ever so tight