Final stop for the night in despair;
We young lions with frozen hearts
And cigarette burned wrists,
We are cutting the presence, by sacrifice to declare,
Our condemnation for the confinement of choice,
And cold daggering twists.
You, my brother lion, while you fail to trap the young girls,
You are confused and forget of their belongs,
You ambush me, by giving those promises and pearls,
Through myths and heroic songs.
I, who so recklessly, to the evil and blight,
To fate, left my night-stung love,
Was cold and blank by the urge for female invite
Of their baits and their smiling thereof,
Yet still I had to fence to defend
Against insulted squires of noble ascend.
A duel of others fettered longing,
From battered minds,
Of poisoned sense of belonging.
Here at the stop of the final despair
I close my love by a sigh,
In the vertigo from the ventures of human desire
By a blink, in a breath of the air.
I, a young lion,
Will journey through life,
With the pumping of my blood
Against the steel of the knife.