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?