Broken. Cracked. Rotting.
Falling out as forseen.

Wasn't it the self destructive nature of my narssisism that drew you to me in the first place? Have I not broken, cracked, and rotted from within as you watched, riddled with concern. And yet; so obviously intrigued.

My willingness to be a sideshow had been my defining trait when we met. And now of course I eat glass dantily for an audience of two...

Me and you.

We are somewhat lost and yet it doesn't seem to matter does it?

Ghosts of our own accord.

Yes
No
Do nothing