Brooklyn's blog: "Eternal"

I am sitting in a room with pretend little people, pretending to be happy, pretending not to be confused. I feel used to pretending not to care. My heart pretends to beat, while I pretend it's rare. So here I sit pretending not to notice all the fakes, who pretend to want to listen, but instead their brains ache. I pretend to pretend that you are not pretending, but to pretend to pay attention is just the begining. Pretend little bitches, pretend to be cool, but to buy expensive things is to be a fool. Pretend to love. Pretend to hate. Pretend to listen. Pretend to ignore. These are just a few things that I pretend to do. So lets go back to pretending marily, just me and you.

Darkness caught the overhang that the mark of daylight had cast. It was then and only then, that I recalled my past, Like lightning when it hit me All over my body it struck me and brought me to one knee. I remember the darkness in the night sky. It hung silenly over me as I wondered why. It had been twenty years to the day of his unmournful death, When the curse finally hit me, stealing my breath. I had slayed his body so long ago, A curse of death was placed upon me, appearently not faux. So there on one knee, I was fullfilling my destiny, While my sins began killing me. Then, I yelled out one last request, Please make this my one and only death! A voice of laughter filled the air, Invisible, It seemed as if it wasnt there. The first night I had died, Was the one and only night I had ever cried. For now I'm used to my eternal destiny, Bound to die every twenty years, knealing on one knee.