I am just so tired.

And work never seems to end.

And no escape seems possible.

And the time is always now.

And I just want to get some rest.

But he, the Judas, won't let me.

I wonder if I am the only one in this position.

Obviously not.

But I cannot see anymore.

Others, or myself.

Nothing.

Ah, all the supernaturals power of the multiverse can go fuck themselves for all I care.

I would indeed sacrifice not one, but two fingers.

One for your unlikely lover, whomever he may be, to walk true, right into your arms.

And one for that small dream of mine.

Thank god we have each other, my oyabun.

Madness lurks just too close tonight.