I remember, a long time ago, a hundred, maybe two… A life in the spotlight, a life of musical harmony, a life with light. A sanctuary without darkness.
I was an Idol, the idol. Purple ribbon, purple hair, millions of fans, it was everything to me, it was my everything.
But one in millions is still one; it didn't have to be some huge event or disaster, just one single soul, away from the others.
I don't remember why or how, but in some way, I broke a fan's heart, one in millions, it's nothing new, but in some way or another, everything finds its way back to you.
There's nothing new, just another show as millions of others were. But only one in a million is enough to topple the stack of dominoes. It's nothing new, but it still ended up back to me one way or another.
Thousands of people, one soul. One bad apple, and everything collapses. Even in a million there's still too many chances to topple that wobbly pile of dominoes you've been placing your whole life.
The last breath of life in a crumbled world, impaled by the very thing I lived under, crippled beyond human recognition.
Not one managed to survive the explosion, it wasn't supposed to happen you see. It was the event of a rickety old tower, crafted through lies and faults; it wasn't going to stand forever.
But things never make it out the same as it happened, and yes, live by the lie, die by the lie. It wasn't anything special. I would have been fine to die by my own set of misdeeds.
Turning on the very people who supported her, she was getting tired of the spotlight, and started to lose her mind. Ended up blowing herself and the entire stadium up they said.
It was a fitting lie. Live by one and die by one. But words have power, and lies are everything when it comes to words.
It reached me, not for the good of my life, but for everything I meant to throw away. A liar, a sinner, a monster…
She soothes your soul, a false sense of hope before everything is ripped away from you.
Before I knew it, I was a folktale, woven from lies and misunderstandings. My body was not gone, but the effects of death never wore off.
I got a second chance at life, a life of musical harmony. My sanctuary of darkness without light.
The impaled goddess, the vocaleech. Murderer, liar. Monster… I can bear it all, just let me be me.