A/N A little drabble giving an insight into Jushiro's sleep deprived world of blood and illness...
Sleep takes away the constant pain…When I can entice it, I feel nothing. I am stripped bare of my emotions and lay in the dreamless calm of the darkness. I wait for it to wrap it's arms around my waist and pull me closer, drawing me deeper and deeper into the abyss - freeing my aching soul with it's dark embrace. Sleep is my only friend, my lover even. It calms my body and takes away all that ails me. It turns off my pain and lets my mind relax, freeing it of the constant struggle it faces having hold the pieces of my torn sanity together. It is the untearing bandage that keeps me together, mind and body.
I crave it.
I am addicted to it.
It is my drug, my release from this world of agony and blood. I would trade my soul for an eternity's worth of it, make a deal with the devil to give me endless sleep at any price. I would steal, lie, beg and even kill for a lifetime's fill of the neverending darkness...
My freedom gained from the release it gants me...
It is my only escape…