Some see it as a curse that our world is so elusive,

Beyond our mortal grasp, where the horrors dwell delusive.

Foolish mortals stumble in ignorances embrace,

Wandering through gardens like a lonesome ghost that hates.

The foolish like to thrive in their dim witted delight.

Yet the wise, the mad, live out in understandings blight.

Assembling the puzzles, eyes bathed in ash and gloom,

Monsters watch and whisper to them from the shadows tomb.

Ignorance is solace in the dread of not knowing we thrive.

Now the truths revealed, sometimes we wish we’d not survived.

Sanity departs the deeper we dive in the pond of lore.

Genius’s pockets fill with rocks, they die with nevermore.

Better to remain in life with blissful unawareness,

Than learn the truth and be exposed to monsters in your bareness.

Once the void is stared at long enough, somethings bound to see,

And when they know you know, there is no way to set you free.