Splash of cold water slowly flows down their face
Fingertips dry their lashes
Taste of yesterday's lust is still present on their lips

Eyes staring back from the mirror are familiar as if from another time
A time when there were no blinding lights, when they were chased by demons, instead of doing the chasing
Nothing has changed, yet everything seems new, different
Flood of memories, of fake smiles, intricate masks, and well-hidden darkness
Now long gone, grieved but never to be forgotten

Mirror of the soul framed with a brave face, ready for what used to be
All you have to do is reach behind the veil
And there it is waiting
Go on, touch the glass
Reach behind the veil