Scorpio

Mark my words I ain't going down. Oxygen mask, the needles and blood. Suicidal gloom, mother Reverend. Coffin dodgers nearing their end. Mark my words then fire your shots! Stranded death that tightens its knots. Psychiatric scream, explanations void. Lives of men are self-destroyed. I am to be! I shall remain! I am the blend! The deadly flow. I am the Scorpio’s sting! With every breath, I’ll stand and grow! I am the life within! I am the storm, the Scorpio Lavender smell in empty fields. Creative flex, their wild ideas. No doubt zone, matter over mind. Life on edge, surviving despite. Mark my words, I ain't going down. Been here too long, i'm tapping out. Laid up in this vicious ward. Yet I'm alive so mark my word. I am the Scorpio’s sting! With every breath, I’ll stand and grow! I am the life within! I am the storm, the Scorpio