The leaves are burning

Each pedal on the flower of life has a rythym
opening anothers eyes to either delight or despise
unbound untamed yet some way defined latching on to a prism

Can't you tell? The leaves are burning

As the flame on your candle burns out wax drips away from the moments left
a stain on the carpet  scolding hot enough to scorch flesh remains for a time until it fades from sight

Can't you tell? The leaves are burning

Gunshots fired
bullets hit their mark
drained from the strain that sever's the brain
now the victom has expired

Can't you tell? The leaves are burning

When he chose to drink from the cup she served it was poisoned with ignorance taken straight
no chaser filled with rational thought  
she was clever
she was swift
he was too foolish for her to be caught
the mind deteriated from the lie
far too drunk to see
the sanity has died

Can't you see? The leaves are burning