Dichotomy of Need

Breathe in bleed out
Confident in the constant doubt
Wonderment and rage
Push the the words from pen to page

Something makes me afraid of the outside
Something wastes me away from the inside

Pallid from the flush
My mouth still tastes like rust
There's iron in the blood
Well it's love, it's hate, and it's love

Something makes me afraid of the outside
Something wastes me away from the inside
To give and to receive
An economy to feed

Death is turned away
But it's back to try each day
Rancid grows the flesh
Until the birds clean up the mess

Something makes me afraid of the outside
Something wastes me away from the inside
To give and to receive
A dichotomy of need

My eyes still bleed for thee
But it's something you can't see