When I look into mirrors is it the same land
Or is it another place where things might be better
Is the man I see just a reflection
Or a new man without regrets
Did he live a life without sorrow and regret
Or did he squander his opportunities such as I
Does the man in the mirror live a full life
Or is he a shell going through the motions
My insanity has driven me to my knees
I implore him to take my place
The sweet relief of a new life
Or is it oblivion worse than death
Are my hopes and dreams
Aspired by a hunger for greatness
Hardened by the regrets of a failed life
Still there as a cold embrace by death warms my soul
Or are they lost as my life drains into the hooded man
His veil of sorrows hides a face once known as hers
Why does she hide such beauty
She enjoys the pleasure of my pain as I watch my life squandered til the last decision
My life was wrapped around me
Tightened by the hatred of those I had wronged
What has become of me
The rafters allowed a slow breeze
For my failures swung in a teasing motion
Only a coward cannot face another day
Death's hands trailed my face
Caressing it until the pain was gone
Only a shell of a man is what I am
Pulling away Death left me in the oblivion
For punishment wasn't as bad as life
Still I wanted Death back
I screamed with no emotion
I hungered for her with no desire
I had died a coward
Why when death seemed right it felt wrong
Death came again only to smile and relish in my pain that she so enjoyed
The distress I felt held no conviction
Myself a shell
The man in the mirror had no problem
He had no sweet relief
For he had no yearning for one
Why when I had died
I felt reborn as a new man
Perhaps my comings allowed me a new vision
Or maybe I had found myself as
The man in the mirror
Only after a love with Death
Came disappointments and regrets in life
Perhaps a man in a mirror is not better
But looking and yearning for a life in yours
Why the wanting maybe strong
But resolved are the regrets
Life in death is all I have
A love with Death is all I want
A coward is all that I am
The noose I used in life was a loophole that lead me to oblivion
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I wrote about insanity and other dark themes.
