Blackout Curtains

My blackout curtains stay opaque for me at night
Block the ominous men and grizzly knives
In the day fear has less rationale
Curtains closed while the sun makes rounds
So safety it has costs because the lamplight is hollow
The reflection I see isn't easy to follow
With a dreary yellow gloom, it is still light
Yet the sun's white rays don't compare this sight
My reflection is different, I can see through
I've grown empty and dried I already knew
Still my eyes glare right back and I can't recognize the face
Someone that lacks inhibition, who is lonely, who isn't safe
The lamp overpowers the light from the sun
Drains from the bulb before the day is nearly done
And the curtains along the way, his skin looks so damp
No soothing brushing air from the choppy ceiling fan
Beads of running, drops of fighting, pure fear sponges out
Air is churning, nausea lurching, air whips all about
Carnal instincts overcoming, the frame of wood leans on to a slant
My reflection is not me. Please, no, you can't
Can't be me, because you look dead, someone's hurt you
Pain. Drying salt water burning. A mirror they can't burn through
The eyes glare into mine once again and I don't see
Anything anymore as they all cease to be
Blackout curtains ripping down from my windows
The light feeds me slowly yet I know I am still alone
Navy curtains weren't the enemy. Hollow, afraid of it but can't run
Agonizing and vacuous, I pick up the curtains and say goodbye to the sun