regressing to your past self. to where the failure goes. where the victims look like yourself. your guiding stranglehold. inflicting. striking out. but you can't keep it under lock. i've seen your shamed face but you can't keep it under lock. i've seen the sorrow fill your eyes. your hands soaked dripping with their tears. like spitting fire instead of words. an embrace to cure the wounds. trapped in thought yet clutched in hand. a moment to relinquish the pain. open your hands and give it back. this twisted form of life.