The Blooming Flower

All obsessing, this love of passion, of hate;
A volcanic eruption, leaving behind ash;
Over consuming, don't breathe out, only suffocate.

A flower wilts, the over flooding feeling, eradicate.
Summer's gone and winter's come in a flash,
All obsessing, this love of passion, of hate.

Promising to rain, feel the sunshine, insinuate.
Feign the safety and then bring on the clash,
Over consuming, don't breathe out, only suffocate.

Nature speaks a different language, don't translate.
Each day it's the same, ending in a rehash,
All obsessing, this love of passion, of hate.

Take away the life, turn into an enemy, dehydrate.
Small but feisty, watch it thrash;
Over consuming, don't breathe out, only suffocate.

Fruit from the ground, rotten, don't masticate.
Don't get back up, don't linger like a rash.
All obsessing, this love of passion, of hate;
Over consuming, don't breathe out, suffocate.