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
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