Swirling clouds of black and grey,
slowly make night from day,
I know this all to well.
For the nights I've gazed into the mirror,
trying to see things a bit clearer,
and try to find the people dearer,
all by seeking this man in the mirror.
He mocks my tears,
reflects my fears,
all from the other side of the mirror.
As the candles glow goes dim,
as does the image of him,
this sad man in the mirror.