The veil was crystalline and scented with curses
Vast though it was in caverns forlorn
A mirror of ice wherein all nightmares are seen
Will reveal an ugly truth
Behind seemingly innocent eyes
Enter mine looking glass
Like fabled Alice
Find yourself lost
In eternal search for your true self
Lost for infinity
In the chasms of mental vaults
The demons are there
Behind your eyes
When forced to relive sinister secrets
Revealed in the mirror of the inner unknown
The haunts of your past expose your mind
A closet fit to burst with skulls and bones
The veil was cold and indifferent to fate
Mystic though it was in stalactites formed
A mirror of ice wherein lies madness
A soul reflected in truest shape
Behind questionably innocent eyes
The truth is buried
Behind your eyes
The demons are there
Behind your eyes
