Vodka and fruity pebbles...

The cold winter rain
falling on the empty face
walking in its path

with not much in mind
lighting up that cigarette
to finally realize life is not over
But somehow a mind is much to sober

You're thoughts or a reoccurring suicide
leaving fulfillment with time
bring back that forgotten memory
that some how medicated a sober mind

he told me once with his empty bottle of beer
that if you don't except death,
you will forever live in fear

A simple pleasure turns into a fight to stay sane
will nothing ever be different
if nothing were to change?

Tied up in the rush of all to come to a reinvented you
having that new beginning
but still having nothing to do

can this leave you empty
like that cold rain once did?
some many years or taking
and still have nothing to give.....