Lions Share - Germs

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 the 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 broken chairs

Feed my mind unholy tests

Do me in I need to rest

He sleep when nothing’s in the air

Eats the scraps of some that care

He strains the right to overbear

Secrets hidden in the lair-

Pauses long enough to dream

Nightmares push the glowing scream

His shadowed eyes show the toll

Something only lions know