other than the self projection of prideful beasts and morally superior angels above toleration
makes me so sad and so ashamed
i have to
shot all my pride and dignity down
i swallowed it down into the void
removing all sight from my vision
erasing all light from the land scape
make me see black, make me frown
so down bad with no redemption in sight
until i am not worthy of consolation
until the tears held no real meaning nor right.
until i am left standing, as nothing more, nothing less
than a demon undeserving of a place at all
until i am left with only the choice
of death or survival.
until i have to fight and flight is purely suicidal (poetic not actually because i know how emo people can get sigh im sorry hmu if u need a listening Ear If anyone is even seeinf this )
until i have to go.
and never look back, escaping from hell
running free, past left behind buried in the dirt
and this time a disgraceful exit is not an option
this time i can’t cement McDonald’s future into the stone that narrates my path
Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you