Soul Proprietor ?

I am not the lone proprietor

Of this enigmatic soul

A session of regression's

Redefined my worldly role

I've kissed the wings of angels

Have a bullion seat to hand

Sapphire, pulses through each vein

And minions hanker to command

My seasons tickets wasted

There's no use for squash or swim

With cat-sized rhombus on my finger

And indulgence of each whim

Lands and peasents are a plenty

Why evoke return?

To a terrace and a husband

Void of virtual discern

My doctors getting worried

So am I, he didn't stoop

They lock the door on exit

To warm seas of hearty soup

The suits and coated rumour treachery

I may shuffle off their head

Controlled for being born unto this calling

Making-do, with stretcy linen on my bed

They're tracing land and lineage

To confront me with their find

They'd be better served

Recuperating worship

Hot coals should stir remind

The boiling oil I tossed at daybreak

From seclude of bathroom ledge

Hath freed the metal monster from its watch

And fired a turret in yon hedge

Of course, I'm not as usual

I flit the corridors of soul

Observing trait inherent

As the present renders toll

Insanity they mentioned

As my newfound traits unfurled

I would imagine lunacy apparent

If one only seeks to live this world

lex ?04