Price of Fame

[Quixilated]

Hello, windsor, and welcome to the pigpen.

I made a few comments.  You mentioned that you might want to trim it down so I crossed out anything that I could do without and still understand the poem.  That doesn't mean that I think you have to delete everything that is crossed out, it simply means that I felt those words were superfluous, and you could take them out without harming the meaning of the poem.  

When dealing with emotions, sometimes less is more.  If you overdo the vehemence, then it can actually lessen the effect you are trying to make.  It's like jewelry; some is good, but too much detracts.  You do want passion in order to convey the indignation of the narrator, but you don't want the poem to become gaudy or overburdened with it.  

I hope this helps.  It's all just opinions and impressions, so take what helps and leave the rest.  

-- Quix

Go ahead
Torch my skin with your words,  This makes me think of both "roasting" a person's character, and also the heated skin caused by embarrassment.  
sparks racing to set my soul on flames
Excavate my past, scurry lustily for words spoken or silenced  I like "excavate"
Shred them, scatter into lines feebly ringed with a truth 
your eyes wish to see.
Watch me fall, eyes swollen with tears, face ashen
Celebrate your satisfaction
Fleeting but fiendish  This could simply merge with the line before into "fiendish satisfaction"
While I tape together words reeking of apologies,  I like this image, the choice of a flimsy adhesive and the "reeking"   
wearily step down the rungs of a precarious ladder, or
plummet down chasms never-ending.
 
Go ahead   --with the repeat of this phrase in the first and second stanza, it would add continuity to add it to this one as well
Scour the web for flashes of me in undress  this is the tamest possible way to phrase this, which sounds out of place against the the harsh emotional background of the rest of the poem.  Perhaps something more along the lines of "my naked skin" or "my exposed body"? 
Woefully blind and vulnerable
for which lessons lie await in imminence.
 
Go ahead
Follow me, tasked voyeurs with your glass lenses  I liked this line.  The web is a rather voyeuristic place.  
fill your coffers and vapid booklets  I don't understand this line, but that doesn't mean it's wrong or bad, that's probably on me
with intimate slivers of my life  I like this line  
and flesh.
Sing paeans to my threads  I feel like there might be a better word than "threads," but I like the image of triumphant singing, like the sing-song taunting of bullies.
to gloss over your wily sniggers
over my blemishes myriad shades less dark
than your schemes.    I understand what the last line is saying, but there is a sort of awkwardness to it.  I had to read it over a few times.  However, I don't entirely dislike it.  It's more that I had to adjust to it.