Whisper, whisper, you little streams
of Conscience inside my dreams
Am I alive or is this nothingness?
A dread of life to plague the mess
Of futile thoughts, of racing games
The mind is clever, Queen of shames
Guilt me this, guilt me that,
Beguile the whispers of fruitful crap
OCD, you are not me, yet knotted beneath
I feel your disease, unhelpful heap-
Lost minutes, hours, streams of tears
A broken mind rots hearts with spears
Dagger me this, dagger me that,
Clinging to the droppings of the rat,
Fat and full, gnawing more,
OCD, the whore, champion of gore,
Violent thoughts, intrusive floods
Do you this, do you that? Shoulds and shoulds!
Riddle me this, riddle me that,
Inside my head there’s a big ‘ole crack
Monsters peer when silence peaks
Sniffing the air for our Innocence reeks
A sweet smell to OCD’s lure- Enough!
I’ve had it with your talk, your tough
Read me this, read me now!
I study, I learn, I’m better than Thou,
I untangle the maddening piece by piece
Into the dust, my timid beast,
In the shadows you sit and wait…
But I am ready, you shall abate