A long time ago I met a girl so beautiful it was dangerous. We'll call her Scorpio, for that was her sign. I'm not the biggest believer in astrology, but that's what inspired me to make this illustration.
Scorpio was poison hidden behind a beautiful face, a charming personality, and inmense sex appeal. Some nights she was as soft as a rose, and the next day I could only feel her thorns.
I loved her, I love her, I will always love her, even if I had to let her go to stay alive.
Her poison is still inside me, and some nights, it still burns my insides.
