Birds

Scavengers of the skies    
Picking parts unbroken      
Clinging to working pieces      
Taking what you want to see      
Selectively biting me  
   
The light you love      
Complexly created      
Crafted in darkness      
Every part REAL      
Every part FEELS      
     
Wars are waging within
To be the man that I want to be      

Yet the past has claws      
It rips and shreds      
I stumble and fall      
Each falter      
Each flaw shown      
Another bird flees      
     
A world so full      
Ever so empty      
A lesson unlearned      
Though spoken so simply      
There is no one to call my home      

It is as it has always been      
Truly Alone