He tears at his own hands

He tears at his own hands, desperately trying to free himself from the lightning that had seized him, it's burning slash shocking his being down to his soul. He tears at his own hands to let himself go, to be free of the heat that burns his core. He feels for something, something to take hold of him so he can let go of all he has done wrong. Because he is weak and he knows before everyone else when he will fail. But he does it anyway for that something called belief that was forsaken so long ago as scapegoats blinded the soul and cut deeper than any blade could ever penetrate.