Hairy on the Inside

Walker of skin,
You keep your heart separate,
In a cage of iron.
Pealer of shadow,
You walk on the palms of your hands,
With star-shaped stigmata.
Caster of doubt,
You walk through deserted streets,
Of cities of lead and of gold.
You blush with silver,
And bruise.
Conceal so as to reconstitute,
From hunters with foul metal.
You retrace your steps,
And you walk in cycles.