I looked upon...

I looked upon a twinkling star

 a symbol of a recent scar

a memory of a bloody floor

that shook me to my broken core

A mother reaching for the door

The beast behind her garments tore.

The shrieks of pain, she screams in vain,

Till spirit leaves, cracks in her veins.

Hear her voice ye crowded planes!

See you not her torn out mane?

Beyond her riches,beyond my fame

She hides her bruises in golden frames.

The shrieks of pain, she screams in vain,

If ears stay sealed, if eyes stay blind.

Cain will soon leave her slain.