"I don't sleep. But Billy had dreams. Bad dreams. Every day I'd hear about them. But every night, he'd live them."
Terrors sing their songs to me
Clawing, choking, killing me.
If I wake theyíll let me go
Okay. Iím kind of nervous about this, but letís make one thing clear: I want to talk to you, not meet you. Alright? Just let me sleep a little. Let me find the abyss and come back.
I donít want to dream anymore. Save me.