I see you’ve finally come.

It’s been a long journey - for sure.

Your face is pale,

your feet are numb -

your reason was not pure.

I hope you’re sorry.

You look behind you to find

four teens you hardly even met.

Their faces long and full of sorrow -

reflecting the pain they can’t forget.

I hope you’re sorry.

It was you who did it to them -

you who is at fault.

You who is responsible

they are the wounds -

you are the salt.

I hope you’re sorry.

There is no cure

for minds like yours

there’s only much regret.

Somehow you managed to lure

many to your door

for this game of Russian Roulette.

Are you sorry?