Collapsing Cities

Broken bones in my wings don't bring tears.
Each step taken on a cracked path of souls.
For the silence haunt my deafening ears
Because no sound is heard from the holes.

Whilst I become a lonely advocate of sorrow,
Stars gently sail through a black cloudy sky.
For there possesses shadowed birds of morrow.
My dusty feathers are beyond to be used to fly,

But to pierce into my rotting heart of unfaithful guilt.
Crawling, the chain of shame tight 'round my neck,
And my rough throat become chocked with silt.
The screams of rain cry on walls 'bout to break,

And deserving thoughts invade the borderline fence.
Smashing dozens of clear glass beneath my skin,
Taking me under and pinned with a single defense,
Where heaven's light dim on angels in sacred sin.