Machines

  In those last moments, as I watched the machines take the angel apart, the humanity in me lost itself to the horror. So, even as the machines ravaged all that was beautiful in my world, I became one of them as my humanity slipped away. Conciously, I detached from my emotions, and left the last of humanity to die in the ruins of my existance. I never really qualified for the role, anyway.
  The moment passed by me, and I saw my humanity laying dead in the remains of what had been the most beautiful of creatures. An eternity ago, I had tried to save her, but I had been too intent on saving myself in the process. Foolish, it seems, looking back. After all, I lost myself in losing her. Given a second chance, I would have given all I had been to keep her strong enough. In the end, her beauty would have kept me going, even if I had nothing left.
  Instead, I wander with the others, always searching for someone new to feed off of, to taste life once more...