Beyond the Veil

Beyond the smoke and mirrors,
reality rears its head.
Breaking into my fantasy,
driving up my deepest dread.
I want to live in my painted world,
the place that I control.
Not the one that's forced upon me,
that's starting to take it's toll.
It stretches me so thin
I feel like I will break.
I fear that there'll be nothing
left within its wake.
So leave me to my world,
the one that I prefer.
Because I don't want yours,
it is not my cure.