When curiousity killed the cat

Nobody thought it good

To inform me and I was left

Tinkering around with the thoughts

Of a world that was bursting

At its seams. I questioned,

If only for the sake of questioning

All that I saw, and even when

I passed her rotting remains,

On the deserted street of Life

I let my hatred of cats blind me,

So that I might

Continue on the path

I, so self-importantly,

Called the road to Enlightenment.

With each step

I gathered more grief

Than I could hold, I felt

More fear than I could bear

And in the end, it was not

Curiousity that destroyed me and

The thing they said was my soul,

But the sharp-edged knife

Of too much knowledge.