"Scorpion's Words"
written by The Scorpion
(what is this thing.... that stings him)
(Feb 23 1999)


Scorpion speaks
From the bottom of pits of fire, where I burn, and tearing up the flesh
From where I come, minutes remembers memories so fresh
Scarred for life, wounded parts that are left for me to ponder
Fought many battles in the field, left my strength to wonder
Burning up, for it enjoys to torture me, in its playful manner
In my world, I try hard to understand, read it clear like a banner
The motto that is based on, the phrase of life, and what it mean

Said the Scorpion,
"You're born to die, so live whatever happens in between"
Tattoo'd with ink on it, as a reminder of what my eyes has witness
Shaded thoughts, the uncolorful of it, just to be a thoughts of remininces
Writings on my soul, I've lived many lifes and died so many years
This is what changes and forms, a body that also shed many tears
Open arms to comfort, to guide one day at a time, is what I choose
But it still burns my world and it fires up things I know I'll loose
Weak prey lye, inner fights as the overcoming and the departure
Realize its a chain reaction exploding into pieces, end of my torture
End of my world, and I enter this new life that I'll choose to live in my eyes
I'm turning over the stone and throwing it back, and you hear

The Scorpion knows
"Battles are to lose or win, just conquer what you know you fear"
Gripping a tight glinch on it, and know that its just a matter of days
It'll won't be no longer afraid but just know that its be a blocked maze
Caped with fear that will always be everlasting until it decides to leave
Eyes burnt with redness of past tears of stories that were hard to believe
Temptation of watery relectioon of future looking brighter is a missing piece
Its about to happen, a moment of truth, I'll feel safe when my world is at ease
Each day I'm growing out of this hard shell, skeleton bones are hid in the dark
No more shadowing images to fight againts, sleeping with a smile is a good start
But until that happens, I weep in tears in the middle of the night, and hear my sigh
I know this world is corrupted against it, but I notice that its just what you see in your eye
Scope this world, this realm, this domain, this nest where I rest and how I was ruled

The Scorpion realize,
"Always learn to hate, and then forgive later, so in the end you don't become fooled
The place is torn apart, burnt to crisp, now a figment of my poor old imagination
Lost in time, a leaf blowing in a tornado, for you fear this is your destination
Finally welcoming Hope, and I notice that it's about to happen, I can picture the view
In a state of mind where nothing can hurt me, not even You, I choose to erase
This thing that has been holding me back, is something that can easily be a phase
This thing burns, and twist in knots, for it accept what has already been given
The mother cries, the fathers dies, in its story, its life spand is hard to be liv'n
Though my words has been branded into it, the watery images it choses to soak
"If I die, don't remember me, just remember my words" the words of The Scorpion has spoke






THE END . . . .