The horror of curiosity
Will always kill me softly
Like dull knife entering my body
It kills me very slowly
Maybe I do wish to know
All the love you had before
But again in contempt
It make me think
You want them again
And I am merely a placeholder
Someone else in a different vessel
That in a room full of the ones
That has been part of your romance
I fear you would not
Even give me a glance
But these are the my demons
Not for you to console
Things I have to work on
So that we can get a move on
On so I suffer in curiosity
I prefer this solemnity
Rather than the pain of knowing
I would rather subvert learning
I don't know what kind of reassurance
That I can have at chance
But today I embrace
What I fear to face
Healing was never a race
Simply in a dark place
But when I do get out
I can give love unbound
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