I Have Seen the Real You

Faced carved from this alabaster stone Eyes depthless and unseeing Dazzling the masses with store bought beauty Fading behind its own glory Trading in my soul Hoping to know where you'll lead me Lost in this playhouse world of our new reality The masses are my throne Made up of the clones of individuality Knowing they think only folly And this is the reason robots never cry And if they did tears would fall Uncared for and unclaimed upon thy ice heart Never hitting ground Now the walls are crumbling My hand drifts through the emptiness Darkness encroaching on my fear Hating what I once thought would save me Your lies can no longer suffice my desire I see through what was seemingly solid Forgotten merely for a seconded Will I search again? To far gone for it to matter Judging by the empathetic winces Of your jolly good old self Your smile it echoes in my head Cursed expression of false hood Never leaving, never quieting