All he sees are death masked stars
the lion's world is cold and sharp
all he wants is much too far
so he stalks thw roads of token cars-
he snarls at winds that mean no harm
and takes the thorns in perfect form
a broken ideal rides inside the torture
lion's denim hide
i want the lion's share
gather up the broeken chairs
feed my mind unholy tests
do me in i need to rest
he sleep swhen nothing's in the air
eats the scraps of some that care
he strains the right to overbear
secrest hidden in the liar-
pauses long enough to dream
nightmares push the glowing scream
his shadowed eyes show the toll
something only lions know