Mark of Cain

Left broken,

Shattered,

Alone.

My innocence;

Ruined,

From the taint Of society.

No one understands

My pain.

It lies beneath the

Surface

Of my ever so

Brooding mask.

Hiding;

Hiding away from

The pain.

Away from the

Fact that I

Could of done

Something.

My insides churn.

Thinking;

Thinking about

What happened.

About how I could

Have tried to help.

Regret and

Fatigue

Envelopes me.

“All my fault”,

Reverberates

Through my skull.

Shameful

Accusing eyes

Starring back

At my dull,

Lifeless,

Hollow ones.

My act of

Heresy

Rips, tears,

Burns

Through my soul.

Leaving an invisible

Scar;

My remembrance

Of you

My “Mark of Cain”.