Under the Viel

I'll see you there. In a place where the words are not sharp, and where the wounds can heal. A place where the shadows come to life, and dreams seem so real. Where the carousel spins round, tuning in circles, until you fall down. In this place is where I find my heart, and where I can mend the parts. Here is where I lose myself, there inside the dark. It is where one can reveal themselves, from their disguise, and finally feel real. To escape from the past, and where the present stands still. As the pieces mend, I lay and pretend.