curiosity killed the cat,
yet left me on the floor,
although I know
I have begged and spat,
I always come back for more.

failure has feasted upon my esteem
and made me a mockery so it would seem
it's tricks have alluded to bettering ways,
yet leaving me lost, indecipherable maze.
perfection exist as a dream.

Direction has driven my wires crisscrossed
convinced of the letters i had left untossed
Now upon my arrival
I've become homicidal
and will **** all those memories lost.