Lion's Share

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 kn