The Consequences of Curiosity

I wonder what's going on in there.
Maybe the sight will be so intense,
so unbearable - even for me.
Looking into those hollow eyes I see cold death.
Prying around for answers,
I find none.
I dare not to crawl into the mind of the beholder
only to find disappointment
leading to the feeling of sadness
brought on by the loss of sanctuary I used to see.
Now, the more sophisticated individual can hypothesize the conclusion,
yet the diagnosis is still uncertain.
I crawl into the mind
and find jubilant thoughts decaying above the hands of a clock
that never seems to tick.
Buds of grey, soot-covered thoughts
emerge from the bare, unearthen platform.
The emerging flowers, black and large,
stretches it's petals out
and covers the small patches of joyous thoughts;
the only ones left.
The sweet smell of open pasture is no more
and the stench of the dead rises.
Why did I dare to see?
To pry into the mind of the lifeless living,
only to feed the curiosity uncontrollably growing in me.