x-ray mirror

tunnel seems so long, touching the bottom, a slim reflexion, punctured my vision, i didn't notice, beside the last door, standing on nothing, there was a mirror, even inside. scrutinized, i am, he is, the face i hate, refracting cells and prismed self, who's x who's y in a blank place, i can't believe this is my image, like the mirror without a frame, baring a scarred side, open in daylight, recoil and reply, farside of my pride, the introspection, ruptures the blood core, magnification, draws out the mirror, seeking me out, what will he find?, i am, he is, a repugnant state, i can't shake this curiosity, my privacy starts to fade, i can't believe this is my image, like the mirror, a polar exchange, he gloating over my fleeting image, he used to be me, he knows who is free, how long will i wait. here, stuck in this void place. here, i can't believe i am the immage, within the mirror, into the chrome lake, the glass is broken, but i look the same