curiosity kills.

I die slowly...a tortured soul
stuck with no release
I search deperately for a hole
I search myself for peace

Who would have known that by knowing
one would come to know nothing at all?
And who would've thought that by helping you stand
I'd set myself up for a fall.

But now I'm here
ensnared by my diligence
caught by my ignorance
and chalking one up
to my willful perseverance
I die.