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March of a Devil Survivor: Act 2: Flowey Smiled

Break into the new year under odd pretenses
Upon those graves where the sun set 
I reached my hand out to you
And we returned back home

I wondered then if anything would ever be the same
"Good friends who have good sex" is what you called it

So ended the painful year
And into a new one of fear
But how could we know?
I think we'd both knew

I got closer than ever
To your sister and your father
I knew them and loved them more than my own versions

I looked inside the gift shop and Flowey smiled back at me
"Kill or be killed" he laughed as you healed from your last attempt

It's 7:30, parents, go home
Your children have got to be alone
You'll see them again, the hours are the same
As they've always been, see you tomorrow

I shot up again a few hours after I swore I was sober
It didn't hurt to lie straight to your face
Looking back, it was stupid to think I was invincible
Considering I tried to follow your footsteps again

And after that day, you trusted me more than ever
And even after all the pain, I wish that month lasted forever

Love and a hospital
The memories meant nothing at all
In only a month, I watched it all burn
And Flowey smiled as the world turned

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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