Nightmare

Every time I close my eyes I see the darkness of alone.
When I look in this mirror I wish all I could see is bone.
Not thinking or blinking I take something from me.
Which most would like to spare so let it be.
I look and I laugh at who has all gathered.
People I knew and others I didn’t.
All lathered in black here and there.
Me not knowing, I think of who was there.
Then I blink it was all a nightmare.