Two Scorpions

Two Scorpions,
Stuck in each other sting,
But when you swallow up the venom -
You just won't feel a thing:
Sharping claws in the sand,
Tries to get out of hand
In the rocky drought interiors.

Two Scorpions,
Heated inside ambitions -
Soft tangos under the moon
And under-the-sun's frictions -
Two powers could never survive:
Each morning's fight for a life,
Till there's only superior.

Midnight dances, circles of the fire -
Pain feeds the starving moaning desire.

Two Scorpions -
Though they don't think alike:
Licking each other's ego,
Soothing on-the-click spike.
The sapphire sand is not to trust -
One way to feed the torment lust,
Which wasn't for too long anterior.

Two Scorpions
Crawl until their last breath -
Too much weak blue light blazes
With the burnt inside wrath.
Wrapping fears round the finger,
But no one's to pull the trigger
In the roulette for no inferior.

A pincer holds a choice: to burn or to fade -
A cut blows with the light the choices made.

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