Set me free

I hate my reflection,
I'm afraid of what it'll show me.
Shall it reveal the incubus
standing at the rear end
of me.
What assumption is that?
Maybe I'm the evil.
This wickedness isn't something
from the depths of the first fires.
It is magnificently alluring
on the outside.
Seductive, desirable, manipulative
and an emptor designed for any sex.
She was only 14 when she was ignited...
now she burns.
Made herself burn.
Her single being consists of all the damned souls.
She feels the blaze of their souls for them.
The voices of the damnation scream
through her yet still unheard.

Im too much of a reflectionist.