Under the black veil

The identity of truth must be questioned.
It's real self pulled from under the veil it puts.
It makes the dull shine
And dulls the bright light.
It carelessly walks around in its black veil
inconsiderate of what else tramples under
Its casual yet deliberate steps.

It hides the whole reality of life
under that black dress
Only its shiny bright eyes piercing into yours
It laughs loud while a tear rolls
And sobs with bright wide-open eyes
Seducing and terrifying at once
While you want to go closer to know more,
You can feel your own self being deluded.

Should you laugh with the voice or the eyes?
Should you look into them or look away?
Should you pull the veil off brazenly?
Or wait patiently hoping one day
To be engulfed in its warmth.
Pulled in closer to where its heart lies
So you can vibrate with the sound of its laughter
Unaware of the tears that roll off its eyes

Should you go in hungry or fed?