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