It rained cats and dogs
as I stared at a lions creed
one heart and two arms
and a broken clock to feed
As I slept with angels
dreaming about the scars
every needle that melts
powdered white and cold stars
looking beyond my eyes
in my pretty smile and ugly teeth
he who spoke must have lied
for I see no god come and leave
nor a piper smoking a pipe
burning words and inking tears
i see a shadow play and hide
silently killing all of his peers
my words consume themselves
empty spaces howl hollowness
four walls keep me safe from myself
and a fragile bubble of nothingness

I watch them hurt themselves
by edges of a broken mirrors face
so clearly they see ourselves
before they can draw and fade
and combust before they sing
names and colours they've seen
no master has ever loved a king
In tales of red they have been
I have known them ponder
upon a ocean they cannot drink
in dark depths fall and wonder
walking themselves to the brink
and I see myself holding a crown
they will never know who I am
throne is mine to keep and drown
in crowd of too many I am but a man
cats and dogs will eat each other
before they ever kiss the ground
and there's plenty on this good earth
to make the world move around
monsters won't devour my soul
in the end, my skin is my creed
an old lion can never be whole
i am universe when I fall asleep