Dead Dogs - Weeping Wound

Too drunk to consent

I was too drunk to consent —

And you fucked me anyways

Mouth sewed 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 everybody 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:

I didn’t want it but maybe I deserved it…

Forever consumed

In blacked-out memories

Woke to see me in the mouth of the enemy

Swallowing all of my worth

Dirt

A tattered empty canvas

Dirt

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?

I couldn’t forgive you