Dead Dogs
TOO DRUNK TO CONSENT
I was too drunk to consent
Andyoufuckedmeanyways
Mouth sewn shut
Mumbled that I fucked up
But now it's a joke more than it ever was a crutch
I wanted revenge for being made a cuck
Why can't I speak up?
Instead
I self-destruct
Incoherent and shaking
Praying...
Don't touch me
GOD NO NEVER AGAIN
Spilling words like drinks
I can't handle the weight
I feel the twist - the cuts on my feet
Bleeding out everyone sees
I'll be whatever they need
THE AGONY AND SHAME
WHATEVER MAMA NEEDS
Fucked 'til I bleed
Or cum
What's the difference?
They're tethered to the mindset of a
DEAD
MAN
And everbody else is numb to the question
"Am I too fucked in the head, to forgive - forget?"
Didn't want it
Didn't need it
And it leaves me repeating
Didn't want it but maybe I deserved it...
DEATH
Forever consumed
In blacked-out memories
Woke to see me in the mouth of the enemy
Swallowing all of my worth
D I R T
A tattered empty canvas
D I R T
Now a slave to a sexual vice I didn't get to choose
I NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE
Bottle in a cradle
Child in a grave
I killed the son in your name
I still take the blame
I always take the blame
And it leaves me repeating
That I'm disgusting; wrong
But
The fuck you 'gonna tell your parents
When they find out you killed me?
23
I couldn't forgive you
I was too drunk to consent
Andyoufuckedmeanyways
Mouth sewn shut
Mumbled that I fucked up
But now it's a joke more than it ever was a crutch
I wanted revenge for being made a cuck
Why can't I speak up?
Instead
I self-destruct
Incoherent and shaking
Praying...
Don't touch me
GOD NO NEVER AGAIN
Spilling words like drinks
I can't handle the weight
I feel the twist - the cuts on my feet
Bleeding out everyone sees
I'll be whatever they need
THE AGONY AND SHAME
WHATEVER MAMA NEEDS
Fucked 'til I bleed
Or cum
What's the difference?
They're tethered to the mindset of a
DEAD
MAN
And everbody else is numb to the question
"Am I too fucked in the head, to forgive - forget?"
Didn't want it
Didn't need it
And it leaves me repeating
Didn't want it but maybe I deserved it...
DEATH
Forever consumed
In blacked-out memories
Woke to see me in the mouth of the enemy
Swallowing all of my worth
D I R T
A tattered empty canvas
D I R T
Now a slave to a sexual vice I didn't get to choose
I NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE
Bottle in a cradle
Child in a grave
I killed the son in your name
I still take the blame
I always take the blame
And it leaves me repeating
That I'm disgusting; wrong
But
The fuck you 'gonna tell your parents
When they find out you killed me?
23
I couldn't forgive you
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Writer(s): Weeping Wound, Patrick Dowling Iv
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