Before the Mirror 

I stand before the mirror,

But I do not care for what I see,

These dark circles,

And flared bags,

Have no point to me.

I would rather,

You take me down

to the sandy sea,

Where being drowned 

Would be merry,

But, that is highly unlikely,

I have drowned 

In this bottle,

Before my double throttle,

Could set to sea.
© Soshinie Singh