The lion
with your proud mane
the scorpion
with my envenomed sting
always killing myself
before you can eat me

You and I
are lines of fire
and tides of water
that never seemed
to intersect
at the right time

It’s always wrong
and as the years go on
clocks fail to correct
for your fiery nature
I am the quenching calm
but you’re already ashes. 

(Source: mister-selfdestruct)