No End

Awakening the first time
was almost a relief;
the dark dream was done,
it was over. But the next day awoke
with a darker dream;
mouths with blades for lips
tore my face like bats
feasting on a corpse,
leaving me
as a disease with no name,
a body with no shadow.
A nightmare that only begins
when I wake
drives me back beneath the earth
to find comfort in sleep,
where the nightmares
only beat at the door.
When I awake
the nightmare is me.

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