i am alone in this place <br />thinking of the race <br />the race agianst life <br />agianst death <br />breathing in my last breath <br />i turn to look in the mirror <br />but see only the future <br />drawing nearer <br /> <br />my demise it seems <br />is everywhere i look <br />in my nightmares, in my dreams <br />my souls is snared on a hook <br />hanging on a thread <br />red as blood <br />the blood i shed <br /> <br />this future of mine is true <br />ive looked in the mirror <br />it is nothing new <br />my death just draws nearer<br /><br />Brandon Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-mirror-8/
