loud

messed up hair

the flashback begins

i'm standing there

he grabs my hands

we go down the stairs

i cut off the lights

my unheard prayers

these unmentioned nights

you were fucked up

do you remember

rum in a cup

the 15th of november

hands on my neck

the cold tile floor

an emotional wreck

my arms are sore

you were tired

it was late

overcome by desire

you said i did great

i am numb

i want to feel

bleeding gums

is this even real

teeth on my lips

i taste blood

bruises on my hips

this isn't good

i'm in too deep

it's too late now

i need some sleep

but my brain is too loud