Don't say no now: I've been told so too many times.
Silence screams and no one's watching.
You spilled your heart out. Same old twilights, drenched in danger.
It seems real dark out. Burn the lighthouse to dance with strangers.
I've shared too much, what's left to say?
Dear young gadder, what's left to see?
Then, veiled in doubt, you touched the leap.
Conscience stored away, you passed the curse.
Were promises kept?
Were secrets told?
It's too late to care.
One step closer to the pier.
Asking answer whilst joined by fate, from the waves they arise:
Solemn telegraphs of truth. It's time.
The all and its nothing ought to end.
Knife at hand, timeworn conflicts must be met.
Now take me.