The night blew in, shadows softly caressing the world, the magic of darkness lulling all to sleep
They speak, soothing whispers carrying with the wind
Glares went to the direction of the multiple-pierced teens, black being their sole protector
They speak, despair reaching their cold eyes
Your words are flat, uncaring; your face is as hard as a stone
You speak, but I cannot hear you
Au revoir, mes amis. Je suis désolé.