Broken

I woke today, and what did I see?
A ruined world surrounding me.

My shining wings rusting away.

Tears no longer fall from my eyes,
I learned long ago not to be sad as the world dies.

My corroded wings droping silver-red feathers.

I watch, nearly immune to the passage of time.
Sitting on a clock face, the clockwork's ticking like an endless rhyme.

My heart too, now tainted with rust.

A decaying man, his eyes dark with soul-less fear,
Stabs me untill my skin finally does shed a cold glass tear.

Rusted wings screeching as I fly, a ragged shape against the shattered sky.

I land on the ground, amidst a body-strewn town.
I cry out in anguish as my wound continues to bleed, but besides the echo there is no answering sound.

My feathers are coated with hard glass blood, and though I still won't die
I screech like a forlorn bird as I continue to fly.

I come at last to a rift in the sky, and can actually see a star through the toxic shroud.
But that too, is soon obscured by a burning cloud.

My wings strain as I fly ever higher.

Eventually no longer being pulled back down.
I search for more air feeling like I might drown.

The stars surround me as I drift free at last, and I smile slightly at a fading trail of metal and glass.