Arbitrarily Ranting

Ice is forming,on the creases of my wings
I see now,you just cant change some things
Amber waves of dull delight
Roll over my body,in the moonlight
While crippled birds,pray for flight

Pink clouds lurking in a nuclear sky
Original thoughts come in short supply
Threads of thought come lately from a friend
I feel it cold,like the winters winds
Among the chosen,life does not end

Taking,raping,and giving nothing back
I do believe there is a name for that
You remember,its been the same for years
I'm skimming through my own worst fears
Piss off! For you I have no tears