Image of stone

A shattered mirror and broken shards of cruelty
When you cease to comprehend reality
Can I write you off as the dead and gone
Or will hope rewrite your song?

Create yourself as an image of stone
Porcelain perfection, so dead and cold
Your dreams unrealized in your deadened eyes
Could you still awake, or are you frozen in time?

I wish I could save you from what you've become
But you've chosen your mask
I'd give anything to shatter the lies
But they're all that's left of you

You're not alive enough to cry, my once upon a time
And now I know, by your own choice, you're truly blind