Ok, I revised it...
The Curtains Were Shut
Slammed the door, locked it, and
closed the curtains -
I thought forever.
But haunting fears persist in
this disease they created.
It's a magic trick, I know it;
a dying body guards a dying heart.
What do they want from me?
I only aim to please men, women,
and children.
Sometimes the skin is drenched
in this point to prove them wrong,
only to later drown in the cycle once more.
1600+100+1+1:30 AM+600+99=Me...
or at least, what I'm supposed to be.
The curtains were shut one day;
door shut and locked.
Neither ever to be opened again.
Yet, someone found the key.