With curiosity there is no fear,
Only temptation for something near,
But this, my friends, would simply make Death sneer....
For its always the same thing, year after year.
Empty words, meaningless lies, sorrowful unheard cries,
They are all carried here by the wind's pitiful sighs.
Fake smiles that seem to stretch on for miles,
We all must truly live in denial for the secrets we keep...ah, those really are vile.
This must be what it means to live in reality,
While you all sit there sipping your tea...
You choose to ignore the pain your causing me.
Dreadful screams, abandoned dreams, so many untold schemes...
Long lost memories now bursting at the seams.
How could you all be so thoughtless?
Not even protecting the things you now miss.
Leaving you as quickly as a gentle kiss...
And yet you still sit there saying, "It's Bliss"
Curiosity killed the cat they say,
But was death all a bad price to pay?
A slight correction, if I may....
But perhaps the cat never wanted to stay.
I envy her in that way
For in truth she died without any fear
And her bravery was indeed sincere
The temptation that grows for something near?
That has lead us all to be right here.