curiosity killed the cat
as it tries to investigate the rat
oh it didn't know it'll feel like that
a slow and painful death.

just a few moment before it's death
it tried hard to call for help,
but regret came crashing instead.
"Why didn't you make a move then?"
it said.
following with "And now he's gone, it's too late.".
dwelling with the rush of thoughts.
the cat forgot it's wound and bled to death.

who will be over there?
to grab it's paw
with love and care?
to hold it tight,
and whisper "It's alright."
and to comfort it once again?

"there's no one there.."
it whimpered.
afraid of being hurt again.
the strangers rush by endlessly,
with not a familar face in sight.
tormented by reality,
it stood hiding at the corner in Heaven's land.
paradise, it was not.
and it hides like a tortoise in its shell,
never to surface again.

it's too late. things will never be the same again. what my true feelings are, i finally understand them today.