Lions 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 know