Star Pattern

It's like looking through broken glass
With blood dripping off your arms
And seeing a serenity
That you know can never be yours
And in that dream you call out a name
That you never recognize
And think to yourself how strange it is
That you cover up your lives
The one too many people see each day
And you know cannot be true
Then the one you dream about every night
And know cannot be you
I've come to see and came to know
As the blood dripped off my arms
There are very few precious things in this life
And its lies are all its charms...

-A.S.-