My struggle with OCD in a poem

:)Hey I wrote a poem about my recent struggle with Pure OCD, hopefull you could give me some tips and shizz to help my skills. Here goes enjoy.



He thrust his sword once again into the wretched belly of the monster but still nothing came out but air.
He sliced downwards onto the monsters thick neck but no bones snapped or scars were shown there.
The beast roared into the sky, it’s horrid breath masking the hero in a veil of gassy green smoke.
Our hero’s started to stagger, stomp and held tightly to his neck as he started to choke
He once more fully regained himself and began obsessively stabbing the creature once again.
The monster cackled up to the moon. No stab wound would kill him, none. He felt no pain.
A voice came from behind that called to our hero, “Let it die! Let it die!” the voice screamed.
Our hero turned to face the voice but no figure could be seen,
only shadows of his past that the monster was trying to rewrite and make himself stronger
Only hazy memories that he didn’t quite believe anymore any longer.
“Let it die,” he whispered, “but I can’t I can’t I mustn’t let it live, for my fears are it will destroy everything, I believe and have worked for over the years.” he stabbed at the thick scaly skin again.
“The longer you stay there with the monster the longer you fall out of touch with reality and the stronger the beast’s hold on you tightens, I know your frightened but the only way to beat this is by trusting in your beliefs and walking away.”
To these words the hero dropped the silver sword and turned towards the coming sunset.
The monster’s cackling stopped and it hissed “Don’t go boy this is not over, not over by a far yet.”
But the boy kept on walking and walked away he did and fast,
As the fearsome creature behind him started to bleed and spew at last.
So the hero lived on and lived once more to be free,
Because he had beat the vicious demon a demon called OCD.