Mirror

As I sit and stare at this gleaming, shining surface I see nothing of my physical reflection and feel totally worthless however what I do see happens to be worse there is a long succession led by a hearse and in that chariot of death I see a casket adorned with flowers, nic-nacs, and gadgets berievement gifts for the dearly departed to take on the journey he has now started I can see the poor man's family crying by the grave all wishing he would have choosen to have stayed the vision changes to the man in the tunnel of light going through the possesions of his now former life among those items he finds the means of his death part of the rope he tied around his own neck he continues to move until he reaches a chair and there is also a mirror suspended in mid-air and upon it's gleaming, shining surface is a note of woe that reads if you took your own life to heaven you won't go now look into the mirror and be judged for your sins see the pain you caused by being weak and giving in that will be your punishment until your reincarnation so that you can relive it again that is your unholy damnation.