John Cale
Monologue 3
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair

But not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust

Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why

My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days

I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy

I think my mask of sanity is about to slip