Loops-Ocd

Your name rolls through my mind like molasses Tugging and scraping along the surface of my brain Those six lucky letters nag and drag me down The way I eat, the way I walk down a flight of stairs I feel those six letters watching, analyzing, critiquing To think! Such utter misery born from such a beautiful memory! Nothing can stop this broken record now Not time, not fate, not God himself can stop this ugly sound.