It starts with a speck-
Just a thought, just a thought;
Oh-so-innocent,
Or so it begins.
This "just a thought",
It quickly spreads,
Revealing malicious intent.
I am quickly enveloped-
The power of it
Overwhelms me.
This "just a thought",
It takes control
Of my hands:
They wash 'til bleeding;
Of my feet:
Avoiding cracks at all cost;
Of my mouth:
The mantra never stops;
Of my mind:
Perfecting 'til near dead;
My soul already passed away.
And then,
This "just a thought",
It retreats
Back to whence it came,
Abandoning me once more,
Alone with control once more.
But those that saw
The damage done
Blame me for becoming possessed-
With this, I am trapped;
Overwhelmed with guilt
From false accusations.
And then,
This "just a thought",
It comes back as a speck.
Just a harmless little thought-
The vicious cycle
Never stops.
