Doppleganger

A short note from the 'double go-er'

Doppleganger

I am a trick of smoke and mirrors
mocking all that is divine
I haunt the corners of your visions
I take what's yours...and make it mine

I wear your cloaked imagination
I am your distant, tainted twin
I walk your hallways after midnight
and where you end...there I begin

I exist in silent silhouette
and there are few left now who see
as I pass through walls and shadow
what is not you...is me.