A veil of hidden secrets A veil of hidden dreams Once dancing in the heavenly light under the pale moons glow End this bitter sweet torture while walking an empty path. Is my future unforeseen or is it simply nonexistent? Was the light on the horizon my own hallucination? Were these thoughts simple pleasures; faint whispers in the blue mist? Did silver screech when thought to sing; to distant to see reality? Are life and death still fighting by the crimson lake? Is this life real a road to another plain? Am I really dying every single day?