Let the Winds Die

Torn from the core,
My head is circled in thorns,
I try to scream,
But the feelings fade like a dream,
A distorted complexion fills my eyes,
An almost perfect disguise.

Let the winds die,
I don't need them anymore,
Let the winds die,
I've been broken, shattered and torn,
Let the winds die,
A rancid stench rises from within,
Let the winds die,
The decomposition will begin.

I am a helpless dying orb,
Searching for life to absorb,
And once I think I've found it,
Pour all of myself into it,
I am left out in the rain,
Sitting in front of the world in shame.

Let the winds die,
I don't need them anymore,
Let the winds die,
I've been broken, shattered and torn,
Let the winds die,
I'm far beyond their grasp,
Let the winds die,
I have decided to take off my mask.


-Sir Jestro