dark curtains

at first, it does look like a cast. of shadow that doesn't seem last. but why it is starting to overwhelm. it doesn't feel i should mend. to this looming dark curtains over me. but it feels it comes out of me once possesing innocence and importance into a single black gloom. not night yet but it closes by itself. not day either but it will never open. these curtains is made with silk, although it is a part of you. made from the sheets you pick now it closes for you. it is not that deep, it may protect you forever. in a form of sleep, that may last forever.