Man in the Mirror

Falling
Hell I fell,

From sanity
Or building top,
Or tree, or ladder,

I fell, and now Im at the lowest point

The blue and grey oblivion
I made my bed
And Im lying,

Six feet under
Under you,
Under them,

Underneath myself,

A wise man once said,
The only person you have to face
At the end of the day
Is the man in the mirror

My mirrors broken
And so is the man

He fell

And now hes dust.