Beat

 

There is a beat 

And she bares it -

For uneasiness

Is quiet solitary business

For those that dwell

Upon a sword’s fell.

Oh! -so smitten by the cutlass!

It is deadly and deemed godless.

There is a beat

Smoldering within

An unheard fearin’

A stillness that screams

Out for a tone that redeems 

The wild child;

The carefree child;

The frightened beat.

There is a beat

That mimics mother’s voice

And distills sin into choice.

Something so vastly

The macabre is ghastly;

Only the calming reverie

Can quiet what she be -

For she must forbid it.

There is a beat

A relentless beat

That sets the pace

And mellows her face.

You can hear it

You can feel it

The purple haze

Swirls into her craze.

Beat

Beat

Beat

Sweet – 

Yes, sweet

Beat

Beat

Beat…