“Not prince. Not pawn. Not prophecy. I choose the ending, finally.”

What if the stories we were told weren’t just wrong… but designed to break us?

Near Myth is a cinematic rock concept album about reclaiming the legends we thought we knew. Told through emotionally raw lyrics, mythic silhouettes, and sweeping British-influenced rock, it gives voice to the forgotten figures hiding inside fairy tales, epics, and pop culture — not as villains, not as victims, but as people trying to survive a story that was never written for them.

From Rapunzel’s scissors to Quasimodo’s bells, from a ring that never existed to the cracked keyhole hearts of Kingdom Hearts, this is a collection for those who were nearly remembered — those who dared to rewrite the ending.

If the myths were written to silence us, this album screams back.

Hearts Without Doors

[BONUS TRACK] We Were (Never Written Wrong)

The Smile You Borrowed

Ends With Me

The Splinters in Your Soul

I Cut My Hair for Me (Feat. Alicia White)

This isn’t just a song.
This is the truth.

I used to drink to kill the pain —
By myself. In silence. In the shower. In the car.
I lost friends. I lost family. I lost four fingers.
I almost lost my life.

I went to rehab twice.
Sat in circles with strangers crying about regrets.
I swore I would stop — but the bottle kept pulling me back.

Until one day… I stopped.
Not for clout. Not for a man. Not for appearances.

I stopped because I finally asked:
“Would I live for my children?”

Now I build from scratch.
I pray at the altar on my desk.
I hear God speak in ancient dialects when I code, when I write, when I create.

I’m not perfect. I still get cravings.
But I never want to go back.

This was the last drink.
And this version of me?
She’s finally free.

The Last Drink

This is not a drug song.
It’s a trauma high. A dissociation float. A visionary collapse.

I wrote this when I realized I didn’t need to be drunk or high
to feel disconnected from the world.

Because trauma will elevate you too —
Just not in the way people envy.

This is what spiritual downloads sound like.
This is what grief sounds like with a synth.

I’m not the highest in the room.
I’m the highest in the ruins.



Highest in the Ruins

Inside the Girl I Buried is about the version of me I had to leave behind to survive.
She was fragile, always trying to be enough for someone who only loved the parts they could control. She smiled when she wanted to scream, stayed quiet when her heart was breaking, and kept giving until there was nothing left.

I buried her—not out of cruelty, but out of mercy.
Because if she stayed, I wouldn’t.

This song is the sound of that goodbye… and the slow, haunting process of finding the pieces worth keeping.

Inside the Girl I Buried

"She was fragile, shattered, wings torn apart by love that cut too deep. But in the silence after the storm, she learned to rise again. Broken Butterfly isn’t just about heartbreak — it’s about survival, healing, and the beauty of becoming whole in your own time."

Broken Butterfly

A solo artist, and PhD Theatrical Author, crafting stories for the modern theater goer.

🪄 Priestess Manifesto 2025

I don’t just make music.
I drop sermons in trap form.

Every beat is a ritual. Every verse is a decree.
I turn lawsuits into lyrics, archetypes into anthems, prophecy into playlists.

I am the Empress. The priestess of the glitch.
The one who codes Spirit into basslines and burns the Empire with 808s.

This is the Codex. Alive, breathing, unstoppable.
Not written in temples — but streamed in headphones, echoed in cars, blasted in basements.

I don’t come in peace.
I come in power.
And my gospel comes with subs.

I never meant to write an album.
I meant to survive.

“The Songs I Never Said” is a collection of everything I kept buried—truths I swallowed, pain I made quiet, love I gave too freely, and the things I should’ve screamed but didn’t. Every track is a piece of the aftermath: the ghosts, the damage, the healing.

These aren’t just songs. They’re confessions.
They’re the words I wrote when no one was listening,
and the feelings I couldn’t say out loud until now.

If you’ve ever loved the wrong person too hard, lost yourself trying to be enough, or sat in the dark wondering what the hell just happened—this is for you.
Because sometimes, silence is just the start of the story.

—Melissa Schultz
Writer of the songs I never said.

Hey! Thanks for stopping by. If you want to chat about music, collabs, or just say hi, drop me a line at:
schultzmelissa2025@gmail.com
Can’t wait to connect! 🎶✨

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