The room was dark and empty and so were we,
Reflecting our thoughts was a mirror in between,
Of what we know about each other and what we see,
Images vanished, casting away shadows to be seen.
He is nothing but a false manifestation I believe,
“Is it me or you, think again”, he seems to smile,
My life was a lie so far, and he is what I perceive,
A sinister clone of me, who was too good for a while.
Oh! Why do his hands bleed while I hold the noose?
Yet he laughs and those cackles seem to haunt,
I count upon the dead but forget their souls let loose,
They hide in his fiery eyes and let my crimes flaunt.
I am never like him, my voice trembles to assure,
Look at him; he is nothing but a shadow of you,
I drop my weapon and wipe my hands just to be sure,
But his hands are still red and I still have to rue.
With a scorn he denies penitence; that he needs none,
It is the only thing that can wash away my sins,
He vanishes into the dark leaving me, the real one,
The noose is now ready for me and my final journey begins.
As they take me to the gallows, I see him again,
Waiting to reflect my good self in the life that is to arrive,
The knot tightens around my neck, moments devoid of pain,
My eyes close forever, but in good my soul shall thrive.