they seek to destroy, that, which they cannot control, when the grip of power slips, the ploy, is to steam roll. when the cage they fabricated, no longer holds the force contained within it, hope is decapitated, castrated, and remorse remains a maintained gimmick. the guilt of love, becomes a quilt of soot, inhaled by the impaled, the jilted cut. and in return, to keep their grasp, they burn upon the flesh, a contagious wrath. a final death rasp, when two souls clash, the one to let go last, will harass until the past becomes the present, and you were looking to the future, but right now, hell invades heaven… demons surface, upon worthless facts, upon the back of resolution, scratches form tracks, never leaving the palms of the attached. Let me go, set me free from my mistakes so I might, find some real peace, and a chance to re-shape. instead you suffocate, and muffle, my love with hate, as you scrape, your fingernails against the doors of fate… punishment cannot take place twice, I would like to make nice, but your satisfaction, would be my great demise.