When curiosity doesn't kill the cat but tortures his very existence.

Like a splinter caught under the skin, 
There it rests, just a thorn in my side. 
How, you ask, did it ever get in? 
Oh, behind these hands I try to hide. 
I wish my soul did not grip like death. 
Then maybe I'd sleep more soundly at night. 
I draw it in with every careless breath 
And it festers a weapon within my mind. 
Loaded barrel, finger on the trigger; 
Somehow I never fail to find myself bleeding. 
How can forgiveness so often wither? 
Redemption, a thing no longer seeming. 
I asked to open Pandora's Box, 
A fool all too desperate to look inside. 
Curiosity has destroyed these heavy locks 
Until innocence has tainted and died. 
Too easy would it have been to kill the cat, 
Because death would have been my release 
From the truth of Box and all of that; 
Punishment has left me aware on my knees. 
How I wish I did not know 
But the emotional cutter always wins; 
It hurts so much as I love you so, 
Yet to this pain I am forced to give in. 
I have your little secret 
And I carry it in my heart. 
A stabbing reminder, I'll keep it 
Because I know that we're sinners from the start.