Scissors, please

I ache for freedom.

For that cold, metal key

Just the right combination,

Just the right fee…

I want my soul free

From your malevolent strings

I’ve been gripping for life on

You’re severed, stripped wings

Spiraling quickly

Into your chemical sea. 

Who can love an empty vessel?

Who swims those venomous seas? 

I labored in your death camp

Let you strip my dignity

Let your perch upon my shoulder

In stoic sovereignty.