One Winged Siren

Broken and cold

Or is it broken and old? 

It's an emergency and no one's around

No one's coming & I can't be found

The air is freezing

And my soul's pleading

I want so badly to go numb

But somehow the pain is fun

It let's me know I'm alive

But, how I don't want to be

I'd rather die than suffer a broken wing

Flight is impossible

Or is it implausible? 

Either way no one answered the call

No one heard my fall

No one answered to the sirens

My breathing's getting heavy and lighter

God knows, I've never been much of a fighter

So, here I am getting older yet nothing changes

I'm drowning in my own weight

Or is it my own burdens?

From down here it all looks the same

High up and impossible to reach

But something's telling me I should practice what I teach

Maybe I can save that for another day

Maybe when things start to go my way

Whatever that means...

I already crashed and I'm waiting to burn

Maybe some flames would do me some good

Maybe the flames will catch their attention

I doubt that 

They're all consumed in their world

And all I have is this one winged siren

All I have is a piece of broken hope

But somehow that has to be enough

Because if it's not...