And I need... need... There's a terrible thing my friends are doing to me. I call them friends, they're not, they just sit there and laugh at me behind their hideous mask faces, looking and watching and waiting. Singing, all the time, about what they love and what they like, what they want. I never ask, they always tell, always assume I can help them with this. I can't of course, that's not what I do. Money doesn't help people. I hate my money, I loathe it. It burns me, fiery pain that courses through my flesh and sits inside the back of my skull, taunting me. Like my friends. They tell me they like me, that they will always be my friend, but I know. I know. They lie, the lie and steal and cheat and curse and... and ... It's morning and I'm dressed all in black. There's only one friend I have - she speaks to me. She loves me. I suppose I love her. I fear her. She's everywhere, always with me. Always whispering, sitting next to the money. But I love her and she loves me. I know I should eat these little pills. These tiny, little tablets of life. But they send Her away and I love Her. Oh how I love Her. There are more voices now. Terrible, malign things that speak behind the masks faces of my not-friends. They speak and the voices speak and I can't hear Her anymore. I am a handsome man and I am a monster, I am a rich man and a pauper. I love Her, I hate Her, I need Her. And the red, beautiful blood that drips down the drain reminds me I am real. And the red beautiful blood that drips down the porcelain reminds me I am truthful. And the red beautiful blood. I love and I hate and I love and I eat those little pills and She goes away and I am free, but I'm not. I'll never be a free man because those tiny things always follow me around. The tiny little creatures of light and darkness and vicious hateful words are full of laughter and they sit on everyone's shoulders It's evening and I wear all white and the blood is upon me and I rejoice for the masks are gone and I can see them for who they really are. And the terror imps cower from me because I am vengeance and I am just. And the tiny cell I have is free from her and the imps. They wait outside and they watch and she begs me to return. In shame I lay my head to the floor and I weep. Because I saw what was beneath the masks. Only those weren't masks my friends were wearing. Oh, they weren't masks.