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