What lies heaviest is your guess
The cruel, dust, gloom weather outside
Or the ebony, weary heart
A beaten drum in a fog war
Lost
Busted drumsticks; goatskin left torn
Yet lying, beating in the ghost
Still crashes in the mist of haunt
To remain there lies true, heavy
Cost
I find myself a conjoined twin
With the humor, who leads the dance
Was chance in the music as we
Two step on the frightened rhythmic
Frost
Courage spins hope, still unaware
Exits left to be, lucid dreams
The music falls deaf, except mine
Found in the weather, I remain
Exhaust
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