The Person In the Mirror

There's something I learned as I died, When I performed blood rituals like a Jewish elder to survive, That the man in the mirror wants my time, He says stare closely and whisper mostly, That my time ends when his should begin, Have you stared into the eyes of death, Have you saw your own ways to repent, From the mirror on the wall to the doors that unlock it all, You may be suffering in this instance and time, It doesn't hurt to smile because your mirror is fine, Where did he go as I left the room? I feel vibrant colors over me my soul has been consumed.