Why can't I die?
I never should have come back...
Who is torturing my undead form?
Why do I live...
What will let me rest...
I remember my first death...it was cocky, but heroic, as I like to think of it. Doing the right thing so good people could live. Now...I feel cursed. Somone wants me to live, I can never die. And when I do lose my life, I wake up over...and over...again. Constantly reborn and birthed with old memories. At first I simply thought these were dreams, or...Dialga taking mercy to my death as a Mythical. Beiliving this delusion, I went with it.
That...was until I found my own....corpse. Staring at my body, and mourning over my own dead self. It felt funny...and scary. I was shot to death...20 times in the body, and one bullet to the head. And my body losing color because of blood loss. I was disgusted and revolted of this dead look of me. But what pained me the most...was how hopeless...and...the visible turmoil in my own face. I've always been so...fiery and focused. I've never seen myself in such a lifeless state. Wishing I could talk to my dead self and just...tell my old self how to avoid such a demise. Life wouldn't be as forgiving. I find death fascinating.
It's forgiving...unlike life...
I'm prevented from the sweet release of death and forced to live. I've died over 30 times now, some in the stupidest of ways. Twice was suicide from the pure insanity of living. Waiting to fall into Giratina's arms. No...I just live the same life over again.
What is this curse...
 I'm still my usual self. Just...less hopeful of the future. And apperently I'm immune to Pokeballs, yes I'm heavily familar with human tech. Even used some myself.
Maybe...I already am dead...