Reunion

As I watch my doppelganger, Always one step ahead,
He tries to lead me down an ill-fated path,
Each night spent at the end of my bed,
I open my eyes in the dead, still and dark night,
Through the deepest shadows and just in sight,
What spectre is this that I see?
Myself, it is I, staring back at me!

My doppelganger be nothing like me if truth be told,
Sat there watching me with dead eyes so cold,
I dare not speak to my ghostly twin,
Or get close enough to touch his skin,
For I know why he is here,
I do know why he stares at me,
It is because that while I am alive;
He will never ever be free.