to you

In the weakest moment I’m silent all the actions based on tomorrow I’ll refuse to be another client For the desired playing of sorrow In the light hanging from the ceiling I can create metaphors regarding the past are these the actions based on feeling? Horror keeps telling me you are not the last saying bottom of the bottle sits a lonely liquid where washed up emotions converge and dance the painful drips fall down my spine like acid come, just one more,damaged life to prance all the feelings come to an end to realize you lost a friend