Knock my while I'm being casted out,
I was all you had left holding all the weight
You casted a side on my back.
Holding strong to keep you strong,
Defending the winds that came,
Like a mountain for you to take refuge in.
Slowly climbing up my side with your spike,
Leaving your mark ever so slowly,
To reach the summit with no return.
Little pieces falling to the waste side,
I barely noticed at first to almost not miss them,
Till all that was left was scares.
Turning to be steamed over to nothing.
Winds knocking off the rest.
Standing naked a lone with nothing left.
