Reflection Poem by Him Name

in the mirror i see a shape of unlegable meaning
oh what could this empty thing be about
has it come spred its horrors among the world we know bout
or has it come to show us...show us what done to it
this very thought could bring about the very tourtour the very souls of you
but i have the unfortunite job of telling you all
this demond yes this demond that reminds you all of a human
as dresses in the black uniformation you must see the condemtion of its accusing stare but fear it sees thought so you coware but im just a man....right?