A Lion Does Not Concern Himself with the Opinion of a Sheep



Imagining putting bullet holes through my head,


I see it in your eyes,

It is to no surprise,

that I feel your hate darkening the room with it's shadow.


You despise for what I have,

But trust me,

I am no longer mad.


As I sit here on my throne,

your eyes burning cold,

I watch you as you suffer,

Your screams are silenced,

It's a pity your so ruined,

doomed to stay weak,

A sheep.


As I rise,

Strong and proud,

For I recognize what I have now,

Something you will never have,

and you know I might feel bad,

But as I have heard many times before,

A lion does not concern himself with the opinion of a sheep.  



Post new comment

The content of this field is kept private and will not be shown publicly.
Type the characters you see in this picture. (verify using audio)
Type the characters you see in the picture above; if you can't read them, submit the form and a new image will be generated. Not case sensitive.