Flask of Oblivion

as the flowers blooming at night as bright as the full moon brew of the Great Knights drink from the flask of Obliveon come back tomorrow they say the mashed potatoes will be nice cause its a good day but the ice-cream will be garbage i feel like a goul in the fog my heart is no more i speak quietly to the rats and the flock my passion yet to be born evil what are those symbols in the mist? clouded in the end we wonder why is that three sugar-lumps? or eternal anguish?