Decayed Wings

He asked me if it hurt when I fell from heaven
And it wasn't a charming question
My wings were set ablaze
As I crashed through the Earth's atmosphere
Each feather plucked with painstaking vulgarity
I grasped at moons and galaxies
In a desperate attempt
To slow my blazing descent
And the burns still smoke
My scarred back still smouldering
There went my ignorant purity
As a gritty harsh reality was thrust upon me

"You should know.
You pushed me."