The Story of Nothing

My one friend [?] Took a lengthy drink Spilt some on his waistcoat Everything had changed His clothes went black as ink He drank it all Till the sun went down And the wind blew up through the cold I was handed A gleaming jewelled coat It glowed in the dark like [?] Don’t take it please he said Tears of [?] And now I sit Beneath the chandeliers And marble ceiling, gold plated doors My eyes are brimming pools Pools of lust and tears A hundred and twenty days Oh we drank it all Till thе sun went down And the wind blew up through thе cold I was handed A gleaming jewelled coat It glowed in the dark like [?] Don’t take it please he said With tears of [?]