Page 35 of Vengeful Melodies

A curse beneath your skin…

You pray to gods that never listened—

While I rot in the church of your sin.”

Bash’s falsetto floats above the chaos:

“I was the shadow in your sun—

The martyr you abandoned when the light came undone…

You stitched your grief into my spine…

And called it love… one final time.”

Together, we scream:

“You're killing me—

With promises you made in screams.

Killing yourself just to feel like a queen…

But blood on your hands doesn’t make you clean.”

My own voice becomes a whisper, yet it cuts sharp through the noise:

“Why can’t I be the man… you see in your dreams?

Why does every ‘forever’ taste like gasoline…?”

Then the break. Alix’s drum solo—thunderous, chaotic, primal—lights strobbing blood-red, setting the room ablaze in a wild symphony of sound and fury.

We all come crashing back together:

“I’m closer to the end than I’ve ever been…

Digging through the ash of the life we lived.

No resurrection… no holy sound…

Just four broken souls and a burial ground.”

Alix’s voice drops to a haunting falsetto before tearing into a gut-wrenching scream:

“No more lies to numb the ache…

No more gods to come and save…

We all fall down…

We all fade away…”

The lights flicker—

The final scream hangs in the air like smoke.

The crowd holds a breath—one reverent, collective inhale—before erupting once more in roars and screams and chaos.