I walk into a room where light is bouncing off the walls
in rays so sharp I can feel my fingers burn and cut with touch-
sunlight isn’t this artificial.

It drills a hole into my cheek where I can feel my heart beat out my soul
and my eyes dry themselves in sun-dialled summer heat
while my throat closes with a dry gasp
that I know doesn’t really exist.

The walls are mirrors and doors line the inside of my thoughts
while I conjure myself an emotion,
skipping continents in my endless search for
sky

Falling stars are catchable here
where moonlight can be bought
and cold night can be warmed with dancing soles
that carve a path into the floor
as I breathe a melody

piano-struck and skilled,
I can breathe
while my name casts flames onto the ceiling of my heart.
@Chuck. Yeah. Trolls are stupid… though, I have to admit, vaguely amusing sometimes. (this not being one of those times).