He leans in resting his weathered hand on the bed. Treat all the bad things like dreams Kenzie. That way no matter how scary or dark they get you just have to survive until you wake up.
The sun leaves me to silenceBefore my eyes adjustMy ears are tuned for violenceMy jaw begins to rustHis words wrap all about meAnd heavy as they seemThey do not feel as filthyAs leaving them in dreams
I will see every thing I dream to see I will have every thing I dream to have.But I fear that once I have attained all of my dreamsThat all of my nightmares will follow.