Strips Me

With faded corners and wide spread stumbles,
My next chance is contagion in fumbles.
Misalign for re-entry that is employed;
Sucking out the prospect to be overjoyed.
Harsh glare shines out from the star;
Bottled up like a heart in a jar.
Shake the roots and carve the skin;
Now get this existence away from him.
Scattered!

Tear these strips off of me.
Will I be granted a right to see?
Broken down and worn too thin.
Every false start is a fresh taste at treason.

Corners are what you wish to steal;
Upon these walls you can’t reveal,
A place to sit or a room to hide.
For everything you sold is inside.
Victimless is not the way to term it;
Rather you need to grant a permit.
Shady sense of crooked self;
Watch from up high on your shelf.
Smotherer!

Tear these strips off of me.
Will I be granted a right to see?
Broken down and worn too thin.
Every false start is a fresh taste at treason.

Arrow flies while you reside,
Beneath the bandages awaits pride.
Certain twisted lopsided analogy;
You wish to strip life away from me!
But I refuse with all my grandeur;
Sadly I am not my saviour.
Simply a forgotten shell of reeds,
Cast out amongst the ill achieved.
Prisoner!

Tear these strips off of me.
Will I be granted a right to see?
Broken down and worn too thin.
Every false start is a fresh taste at treason.