OCD- My Deity, My Captor, My Murderer
Peace I find in thee. Your constant is my rock,
Your selfless thoughts: I stand in awe.
Within you I am free. Not confined in prison block;
But rather safe within your law.
Gates long ago were shut, to keep me sound within.
All terrors are prevented when to you I do abide.
But what treasures are kept separate, the world is not all sin.
Your walls are the terror I wish they would subside.
Your law is but a torture, your presence is a foe,
You keep me running circles, tears from me do flow
Down selfish walls I cannot climb, heaven bound I must go.
To gain wings on which to soar out of a place so dark and low.