I am broken.
Like the loose threads of an age-old tapestry, my mind lies
tattered with edges frayed, threatening to unravel at any
given moment.

Funny, though.
You'd think it would matter more.
But... no.
The more precarious my positioning on the brink of sanity,
the less anything at all really seems to matter.
And the less I care, the more intense my predicament
becomes.

Look at me... the sores opening, skin and flesh molding,
decaying and falling away like cringing maggots.
Watch the snake eyes open.
Who knows where it goes from here.
You don't hide your disgust.
I don't blame you.

Like a carelessly stuffed rag doll, all my thoughts and
feelings, my darkest and most closely kept secrets, spill
out for all to see.

This monologue has already become dangerously incoherent.  
It's leading nowhere, as is my path into the darkness.

Goodbye.