Too much Knowledge Kills

The knowledge of the world,

Resting upon your shoulders;

The pressure building up

An inevitable collapse looms;

All was once calm,

The days sweet and mild;

But that was when all,

Was not known.

*Ongoing theme of the story is that too much knowledge kills. I tried to give this piece an almost choppy effect due go along with the too much knownledge kills theme and how it slow eats away at you sanity.*