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
