Man in the Mirror

Who is that man in the mirror?
He surely cannot be...
I've never seen such evil
staring right back at me.

That man is a killer.
I see the guilt on his face,
wishing it was another
standing in his place.

The conscience can see deep
into the bowels of your mind
and straight through the glass
it knows just what to find.

My demons aren't safe.
It knows what I am keeping.
Behind my gentle demeanor
some villain is creeping.

But in my true reflection
I can see what I lack.
So before I leave the mirror
I paint the whole thing black.