It's been 1097 days and 14 hours since I've been locked in this place.
And they've come to me every night.
The monsters in my dreams worship my body.
And when I wake up, I'm desperate for more…
But they’re never there to finish me off.
Dr. Adams says I can leave the asylum if I start to take my meds, but I've always hated how they made me feel...and I'm not sure that I agree with them that I'm actually crazy.
Because dreams don’t make you crazy, right?
