Porcelain Society

A plantation of beauty, the roses are careless
The thorns will be revealed in time
There are things I must confess
Shadows that darken my mind
I've been wrongly placed in a dreamscape
I can hear the screams of a butterfly
So bold a heart of stone would break
The goodness has been defied
Please weave me a soul of flowers
Sow the remains of my hearts desire
Into a soul, so I can devour
The horrors of my life
Through the looking glass, I see
What a porcelain society has done to me