Last chance to turn around,
I'd go back if I were you.
Quietly step- don't make a sound,
My words will prove to be true.
Darkest of nights,
Most silent of dreams,
The end is in sight,
It's not what it seems.
Run quickly now,
There's barely time to breathe.
I know this much- I'm not sure how,
But it's time to leave.
Steal a glance,
Wave good-bye to the dream that you'd thought that you'd found.