my brain is a rape train

My brain is a rape train. And there are no brakes on the rape train. Put serotonin and dopamine in front of it and it chugs towards it, running over notions of law and duty and norms and morals. It throws away what I want to do for what I think I want to do. It’s the reason why people get raped. It’s the reason why I get fucked.

My brain is a victim of the rape train, on which there are no brakes. The rape train fucks me silly on the daily, running away before it’s held accountable, leaving my brain behind to suffer. It’s clumsy, and always ends up getting caught, but

My brain is the conductor and the policeman, tasked with stopping the rape train. Neither do their job properly, and I suspect corruption.

My brain is a rape train, with no brakes, no rhyme, no friction, no reason.

I can’t keep getting dicked like this. The next time that fucker comes around I’m opening a hole in his head.