Is this real or is it a dream

I can't seem to tell the difference anymore

Caught between needings

And the need to be real

Your open arms gaping

Like a busted sore

I turn and burn my back like a rack

Your tourniquet twists me

Dangerous red

I breath in the air

It's pavement gray

It shrinks my skin

And I've done nothing wrong

I drop to my knees and work my skin

I feel this life pumping right through me

Love and death die on the dirty floor

Your upturned face doesn't even see

That this is all

I'll ever have

Cause I don't know

What I want

But something inside

Something inside

Something inside

I've done nothing wrong