Echo's N MelanKholyia - Opened Up Hollow and Fragmented

(Genre: Industrial gothcore fused with post-darkwave, suicidecore, glitchcore, voidcore—creepy, decaying, apocalyptic Nazi-Holocaust death march vibe, Production: Starts at 80 BPM intro crawl-slow funeral drag with worm-eaten flesh steam and WWII reel flicker pitched low, gas chamber whispers hissing abuse echoes; snaps to 110 BPM march for verses with snare bone snaps, kick coffin slams, sub-bass tar lungs breathing ragged, Slows to 90 BPM bridge crawl with distorted bass writhing worms, Vocals: Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb for chorus, monotone rap-growl for verses calm counting pills numb detachment dread building, Effects: Glitch drops fracture into void silence, chrome wire hair scraping venom drip delays, insect skittering on plates, chain rattles bound lust, unholy defecation drips, flesh-ripping tears intercut with psychotic grin echoes and vomiting gurgles fading to hollow holocaust wind, )

[Verse]
Multiverses crash into light angels play
Compressed into colors the void decays
Shattering mirrors into fractured souls
Hear the echoing of the gods cosmic and old
Spinning in endless inside

Multiverses

I have been so alone
Even when I am around the people I love,
I know they love me,
They can't see me dying,
They can't see I'm not ok,
It's been over 2O years
Doctors and medication do nothing,
I lay awake for weeks fighting thoughts,
A inner voice that spilt into four,
I write until I can't feel,
Until I can't breath,
I write instead of cry,
I scream in my art.
But words don't have a voice ,
To those that can't read what's write in front of them,
I walk in this world a shadow of myself,
A empty human shell with a beating heart glowing
Floating in empty space
Suffocating,
I slit my flesh,
So burnt out
I bleed but nothing can make me feel all that I lost
Drinking myself to sleep,
Screaming at everyone and I'm killing myself,
Taking drugs until my body shuts down,
Or the tunnel of light becomes visible,
and all the wounds disappear,
The nurses called me a sick boy
Something I will never forget,
I was 15 they read my writing the night I was hospitalized ,
They said I was sick.
But they didn't see,
in the words I spoke where the,
Madness,
The pain,
Abuse and feelings that didn't make sense,
No one knows how to help me,
So many people tried,
It wasn't that I didn't want it,
It's when the emotions and thoughts
Bleed into my mind
Spinning out of control into a nothingness,
Flashing with PTSD and abuse,
Tears can't find me here I can't run away,
No one can see
I'm borderline,
Most don't know what it is,
Out of all mental disorders,
It is the worst

Sick Boy Trauma Art Therapy

[Intro]
(80 BPM crawl-slow: Funeral drag worm-eaten flesh steam rises in fetid haze, WWII reel flicker low-pitch crackle with gas chamber whispers hissing "enslavement... misery...", building numb detachment dread in sinister post-metal drone, distant pill rattle count in rotting haze—haunting whispers layer 3D dark ambiance with cyanide swirl.)
Starting as a ending of the enslavement...
No this is the enslavement my chains made of miseries locked away eating away seeping running under my skin crawling inside my teeth...
(Sudden snap—glitch drop fracture, tempo to 110 BPM death march pulse, evil riffs sprawl in post-metal decay.)
[Verse 1]
(Monotone rap-growl calm counting pills: Snare bone snaps marching rhythm like snapping spines, kick coffin slams heavy as gas chamber doors, sub-bass tar lungs wheezing ragged—dread building with skin crawl glitches, creepy whispers "stare... red...", flesh-ripping tears mid-line in spooky apocalypse vibe, sinister insect skitter intercut unholy drips.)
I stare at you red and you taste like cherries a choke a taste of the leaves of numbed fantasies,
Chewable synthetic morphine 1000 x the potency of H and sleep in eternity,
Awake in a disconnected speaking tongue from the tree of a opiate goddess.
Indo Plant, she's the sister of the poppy my goddess my wife,
Take you 1 by 1 hour by hour.
[Chorus]
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb: Glitch drops shatter with chrome wire scrape tension, venom drip delays pool into vomiting gurgles, dramatic screams warp evil in 3D audio—echoing "invade... cyanide..." layers over violent scary post-metal riffs, lingering torment in voidcore silence bursts with psychotic grin echoes.)
But as 5 hours pass you invade my body like cyanide,
Keeping me alive just to feel what death feels like...
Numb in vibrations a taste of metal reminds me of blood,
Hitting me like a virus trickling rushing through my blood...
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, bone snap resume, hollow holocaust wind howls)
[Verse 2]
(Growl intensifies sinister: March verse with snare bone snaps in nightmare rhythm, kick coffin slams like cyanide stabs, sub-bass tar lungs, chrome wire scrape glitches mid-line—chain rattles bound lust clank, unholy defecation drips in spooky dystopian vibes, haunting whispers intercut evil post-metal sprawl.)
A warm covering a mothers comforting,
Held by the emotions I couldn't feel when I'm awake and alone.
Starting as a ending of the enslavement,
No this is the enslavement my chains made of miseries locked away eating away seeping running under my skin crawling inside my teeth.
I stare at you red and you taste like cherries a choke...
[Chorus]
(Deep wail choking escalates evil: Chrome wire scrape builds violent tension, venom drip reverb with metal taste drips louder, glitch drops into spooky static—dramatic screams fade with hollow holocaust wind echoes, alien distortion warps to creepy unease, psychotic grins cackle.)
But as 5 hours pass you invade my body like cyanide,
Keeping me alive just to feel what death feels like...
Numb in vibrations a taste of metal reminds me of blood,
Hitting me like a virus trickling rushing through my blood...
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off, insect skitter fades)
[Bridge]
(Tempo slows to 90 BPM creepy voidcore crawl: Flesh-ripping tears intensify with WWII reel flicker low-pitch screams, gas chamber whispers chanting "numb... death...", distorted bass writhing worms burrow—glitch drop dread peak, chrome wire scrape venomous, chain rattles lust bound eternal.)
Chewable synthetic morphine 1000 x the potency of H and sleep in eternity,
Awake in a disconnected speaking tongue from the tree of a opiate goddess.
Indo Plant, she's the sister of the poppy my goddess my wife,
Take you 1 by 1 hour by hour, invading like cyanide... (glitch drop dread peak, psychotic grin echoes venomous)

Tastes Like Cherries

[0:00-0:20] Intro
Hospital rooms white walls wood doors... Silent halls blue floors lost space cold... Done floor stone...
(Snap to 110 BPM.)
[0:20-1:00] Verse 1
Cuts cover wrapped white cotton, Emotions dull vibrations voices hold close, Whispers lullaby, Mind 4 tones voices grip back sides. No memory caged holder, Dripping clips flashes blend, Given take numbed skeletons veins. Numb expression fire inside, World blurry glasses switch minds, Emotions unwind face phantoms forth waking dissociative dream faded ghost melted within...
[1:00-1:20] Chorus
Disabled refuse rest sleep, Doctor tried help turned future walked away. Flight fight blood, Dysphoria spit gender fragmentation buried pain, Numb physical mental disaster... End everything...
[1:20-2:00] Verse 2
Nurses pills wipe mind, Attack steel door asleep, Injected sedatives held screaming pain. Wrapped white switch fight protector forth singed sleep, Cycling emotions clouds move, Lock states static echoing memory hostage multiverses bullet holes. Brought place attack person kill faulty programmer hit around, Crush self words hurt shame years suicide stalked walking dreams...
[2:00-2:20] Chorus
Disabled refuse rest sleep, Doctor tried help turned future walked away. Flight fight blood, Dysphoria spit gender fragmentation buried pain, Numb physical mental disaster... End everything...
[2:20-2:40] Bridge
Recycle rage body words bent shape raped stranger, Split senses tears pool silent cold storage. Weeping broken mind sings untwisted tones embrace shattered soul, Mask against another speak mute holy core dark show art burn time...
[2:40-3:00] Verse 3 / Outro Build
System shut divide wake away, Room 13 age 15 lost eyes shift wind, Hear screaming children background, Beat head wall, Wake different mind light consumed. Look tunnel uncontrollable movements, Protect gift stay safe, Visions broken glass reflect light ceiling, Wish die...
[3:00-3:20] Outro
Read poems saved wrote lifetime cracked scars bleed heart, Sickness mentally bound complex trauma eyes blend dissociative identity hidden design. Nurture neglected room abandoned carriers keys hope dreams, Open eyes corner room stare words tragic empty roads travel locked frozen lost soul badge wear... (Fade: "dissociative... echoes... eternal, whispers black, sighs ashes forever")


Dissociative Room 13

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This is My AI Band for my Trauma Art Therapy Music.
All Lyrics Written & Developments done by me Echos or Nexus Khimera. Including how I created the Sound and all Lyrics are from my personal Experiences. 

Welcome I'm Nexus Khimera. I have been a vocalist & lyricist since I was 15 , now I'm 38. My doctors asked me to try it for therapy. I never stopped. I have been diagnosed with Antisocial/BPD Cluster C Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, CPTSD/ PTSD. I've had DID since I was young around 5 next 15 then through 19 to 38. My alters have been writing since 15, to help realise stored buried trauma & use their voices helping them to crawl to the surface. I'm a survivor of sexual, physical & emotional abuse & victim of domestic violence. My alters told me to start creating music here, when I started here I got sick, after playing them over and over. I got nauseous my guts were speaking to me, I could feel them surfacing. Crawling around MelanKholyia N the system. From family, to their friends and every one I tried to get close would abuse me, abandoned me or used me as a doll until I was as hollow as the echoes of the fundamental nothingness the obsidian womb. This is my Trauma Art Therapy. Bringing Mental Health Awareness to music notes. If you struggle with | Dissociative Identity Disorder | Antisocial Personality Disorder CPTSD PTSD. This music just for us <3.
 Thank you for your support. Thank you for not taking my music or stuff out of what I'm really trying to do now with the info I have now told confronted my on my family telling them what happened tonight. As last night for the first time I confronted my family. All I got was lies from them as they turned what they have done against me as they have my whole life now I have proof , at this point their lies and denial has got me to this point.
I will not hide myself or feel ashamed to tell the truth now because I've learn to accept myself for once I my life. I'm sick of this self hate and disgusted because of what I have become because of my environments and things that happened to me. Because of the embarrassment and how much I hate myself because well that's whats happens when everytime you try to say something others are invading the places. That are made to be safe. I'm not going to stay quite ever again I will scream out until I lose all breath. The stigma must be broken .

38 Years old

Syracuse IN

With a Masters & Dissociative Degree N Damage & Art

I write all lyrics in both Bands

Regarding the musical projects, "Echo's N Melankholyia" is an online band where I serve as the lyricist and intend to transition into vocal duties. For the live band "Mothyii," I am the lyricist and vocalist. As a professional artist, poet, and lyricist, I have received diagnoses for ASPD, BPD, DID, ADHD, SAD, OCD, GAD, Panic Disorder, Agoraphobia, and Hypersexuality.

Nexus Khimera utilizes musical expression as a form of trauma art therapy, channeling experiences of abuse, toxic relationships, and addiction into compositions. The artist's work, reflecting a journey of survival and recovery, incorporates elements of Goth Rock, Industrial Rock, Nu Metal, Gothcore, Post Rock, Grunge, Post Grunge, Dark Wave, and cyberpunk. The resulting soundscapes are characterized by haunting atmospheres, dark ambient textures, and emotionally charged layers, reflecting themes of mental health and personal struggle. As Nexus Khimera, I operate as an artist, poet, lyricist, and vocalist, exploring the complexities of the human psyche within the context of cosmic themes. My creative endeavors, influenced by Borderline Personality Disorder and the effects of past trauma, serve as a means of processing and transforming internal struggles. My artistic practice encompasses a range of mediums, including charcoal drawings that blend biomechanical and Lovecraftian elements, dark surrealism, and abstract expressions derived from emotional experiences. Through a combination of AI-assisted and traditional techniques, I aim to confront and transmute personal traumas into evocative visual narratives. My poetry also plays a crucial role in this process. My artistic expression, characterized by free verse, unconventional lyrics, and a distinctive vocal delivery, functions as a therapeutic outlet, allowing for the articulation of complex emotions and observations of a world often perceived through a somber lens.

I invite you to explore this realm of shadowed beauty and candid revelations. Please follow Nexus Khimera on social media to stay informed about his creative endeavors.

Thank you for your visit. I hope your day is filled with moments of both wonder and introspection. I encourage you to return soon.

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© 2025 by Echo's N Melankholyia. Lyrics by Nexus Khimera. All rights reserved. Music generated with Suno AI. Date: September 5, 2025. "It all Begins." Decipher the underlying messages. Encryption is my method.Characterized by free verse, unconventional lyrics, and a distinctive vocal delivery, it functions as a therapeutic outlet, allowing for the articulation of complex emotions and observations of a world often perceived through a somber lens.

I Invite you to explore this realm of shadowed beauty and candid revelations. Please follow Nexus Khimera on social media to stay informed about his creative endeavors.

Thank you for your visit. I hope your day is filled with moments of both wonder and introspection. I encourage you to return soon.

Please explore my band, Echo's N Melankholyia, and consider subscribing. Thank you all for your support.