[wickedwinternick]

You observe a tattered piece of paper. What is written on it seems to be written hastily, but it is still readable

Bystander of the Abyss

These spectres of the past will not refrain from traversing my mind
I can feel my sense of sanity slowly going blind
Questions posed everywhere, yet they are not mine
I do not think I am so very fine
Answers appear everywhere, but not the ones they seek
I feel my sanity starting to leak
Was that blood theirs, his, hers, or mine?
I do not think I am so very fine
Insanity is what lords over me now
Worms slithering from under my brow
I have weird bugs rattling in my brain
I still hope and think I am sane!
Still, such bad thoughts are hard to keep dead
Hopefully nobody finds where I put my head
For surely such ailment is contagious
The thought of treatment is so outrageous!
Yet they knock on the door this late day
And with their entrance, there is nothing more to say!

Found and located in a burnt down cabin deep in the Cellsvich Forest.