sitting here in this lonely room
with nothing above my head but gloom
saddness weighs heavy again on my shoulders
it weighs down upon my life like sand beneath a bolder
with suicide not a contemplation
but a plotted out destination
will the after life be a permanent vacation
or will it be an eternal damned nation
is death nothing but you getting ready to return
is it sitting in heaven or going beneath the earth to burn
only those who have seen my fate have learned
i think im waiting for my eternal sleep
but i do believe in that man called death
because around every corner i here him creep
and when im alone i feel his every breath
i know he is a man because a woman couldnt be so cruel
so with this razor or with this gun i challenge him to a duel
i stare him down from head to floor
then i realize, ive seen this man before
pace for pace and place to place
i know this man because im stareing at myself in the mirror face to face

keith hendrickson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-faces-in-my-mirror/