Mirror Rorrim

theres a demon running towards me in the refelction in the mirror and the closer that he comes his intentions becomes clearer as the shadowy figure draws near with every step he makes the rythmic beating of my heart pumps fear with every breath i take like the devils tools and instruments i hear a drum and violin because in my ear rings influence for all i've done in vial sin and as this cup i drink becomes and overflow of shame each thought that i think manifests itself in blame but who am i but a tainted soul who has not yet tasted life a coward growing very cold a sinner with a heart of ice the world can never understand the thoughts that i create because my thoughts are simply not for man but somewhat more for fate many put on a facade and play the role of being nice i find that very odd using deception to entice can i defect from this world of lies? or must i go with the flow? no one answers my question why but everyone "seems" to know they are just as confused as chickens without their heads the blind leading the blind into the land of the dead