You raised your voice, but not your soul. Consequences will be full. You hurt the ones too soft to fight. But darling… I walk best at night. You wore our trust like a dying crown, And tossed it as your bridge burned down. No storm. No scream. No sound of war. Just shadows slipping through your door. Revenge is best served cold. No flame, no wrath to hold. Just footsteps where your peace should be, And every shadow… could be me. Not loud. Not fast. But something old. Revenge is best served cold. You left a trail; betrayal tears. Bad luck now follows for seven years. You can’t break mirrors and walk away without the shards finding where you stay. You won’t know when. You won’t know how. But something’s watching you now. Do you flinch when the candle dies? You should… and you know why. When wind taps twice upon your pane, And broken names are carved in rain... Will you remember what you did? Because we do, and yes. Yes, we did!! Revenge is best served cold. Like the truth you never told. Not a hex. Not a blade. Not a scream. But a nightmare sent into your dream. You made the wound, you chose the mold. And darling… Revenge is best served cold. So if your luck breaks… If your name rots… If the world forgets you… We did not!
