The Beat

In this late apocalyptic life I walked to the beat of your Heart A thousand doves have died By hands that have destroyed a thousand dreams Her blood was necessary His blood was not Her blood was innocence His seemed to curdle, to rot The flows of water we passed The ones you give barely a glance I waited, stayed and waded But never got clean I sway to the beat of your heart Let us enjoy Our youth, our passion, our freedom Beside you and behind you, I never followed you Only them, those you disregard There was always this trust, I should not have had This faith, that was displaced A fear, that matters less and less Once I had a brick wall to you Right there in our way A hole appeared one day and you began to chip away The bricks before they hit the ground Crumbling into dirt Reaching in you pulled me out Happily, I let you too Thus I walked beside and behind you I guess I was always such the fool