Page 12 of Vengeful Melodies

“LET ME DROWN IN YOU.”

“LET ME FALL—bruised and broken on the floor.”

“I NEVER MATTERED.”

“NOT TO YOU.”

We’re not a band.

We’re ariot.

Raw. Messy. Real.

This is the kind of sound that leaves scars.

I taste blood in my mouth as the bridge hits. Alix pulls the beat back to a single, pulsing heartbeat.

Kai's voice returns—ragged and brutal.

“Let me die so I can finally be let loose…

From the noose around my throat.”

“Begging me to step off the edge—

And find my way back home.”

Everything drops.

Silence.

Just the amp’s low hum—our heartbeat refusing to quit.

One breath.

Then I whisper:

“You weren’t my savior…

You were sent… as Heaven’s Guilt seeking revenge.”

Alix slams the drums into the solo, finishing us off in pure chaos.

Then—silence again.

His sticks fall to the floor with a crack.

Kai bows his head.

Sebastian exhales, his eyes red.

This was Alix’s song.

The one he wrote when we first started this band. It’s not just a setlist staple. It’s alifeline. A ritual. A holy act.

We don’t need to say it out loud.

That wasourwound.