From The Outside Looking In

I open my already tired eyes and darkness seems to feel my face,
How and what the hell is this place,
Tell me what it is I see,
A blurred yet image of me staring at me,
Mimicking my each and every move,
Does this mean my life is through,
Maybe a ghost of mine from a distant past,
Surely so, for yesterday couldn't have possibly been my last,
The face of death seems to smiling as he approached my wife,
But how, why that's my fucking life,
He portrayed to be me as he began to hold her in his arms,
I must do something to keep her from harm,
Why must everything be so weird, I try and I cant do a damn thing,
This must be some fucked up dream or something has became terrible of me,
It's seems that my life has faded away,
If so there would be no other day,
He stands just looking with his evil grin,
As I'm stuck on the outside looking in,
Maybe I committed a terrible sin,
But I must do something to win and be with my love again,
It's cold and dark, I scream for someone to please help me,
But no one sees or even hears me,
This can not be, I  don't belong in this horrible place,
My eyes want to cry, but no tears fall upon my face,
I wonder then, where and why it is I'm in the place I'm in,
Only from the outside looking in..