Is It You?

I can still feel his soul burning inside my own,
as his disease courses through my veins.
For all his sin's I shall atone,
while hell's fire on me rains.

Looking in a mirror as he looks back,
His jawset with a wicked grin,
I tried to break the mirror but only made a crack,
It won't set him free, but now I can get in.

It's time to stop hiding behind my reflection,
Stand and face the damage you've done.
I lay my soul bare for his inspection,
As I squirm in the web he has spun.

Hold on... Where'd he go? How'd he disappear?
His reflection I no longer see,
It's not him that I seek, the reflections come clear,
The monster I'm hunting..., is me.