Gain

Gain is my refrain.
The story of my pain.
Is like a fresh blood stain.
The air inside my brain.
Drives me insane.

Cain killed Abel.
This story is like another fable.
The scars in my mind are unstable.
The words in my mind spell another.
In my mind to kill a brother.

Gain is the main.
You get to remain.
As you are.
No matter how far.
Regain is the strain.
How far you roll.
Control my soul.
Fame is not my name.

I will never be treated the same.
I resort to shame.
Lame. This poem...
Is nothing but game.
in Vein,
Pain,
Rain,
All what keeps me sane.
Is nothing but what I gain.

-Darclyfe-