Sign of Cain
What you feel
Is who you are
Every man has an open scar

Your own burden
Your own hell
Every man carries a mar

Naked to their eyes
Malignant bloc of shame
A pest that never dies
Displaying that maim

A defect in the system
Yet a rose between thorns
Condemned among them
Walking men with horns

This cancer grows
No one knows
Your only foe
Is none but you
As it erodes
Engrave the load
Burn it again
The different man

Shadows cast by your shine
The scapegoat lies in it's fortified shrine

Shocking
Bolts of pain
The ache is real
Your body drains

Transparent to the world around
The beast to which you are bound

Cursed, you remain
Bearing your Sign of Cain