Traumacore Art Therapy: What Its Like To Die And Live

Its about ,when moving forward into life ,sometimes we choose shortcuts just to fail in the  long run. talking about
 re- lapsing
About those times when You feel like You  finally have  been moving forward,but every  new step  makes You feel like You  are going backwards instead. 

Beat - VIBE

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Silhouette was 9mm Of A Second

Z - an in Zazie

Zh - as in Zhazha

Brainstorm: find, chase, catch!

Nightwalking

[Verse]
Here
There was never a god to hold close to me in this life
In the afterlife
When I die
In the underworld
God's dead here
And the devils were made from the pain in my brain
Bleeding out through the ink that I spill
In this book that I wrote with the blood from my heart
When it broke
Oh

[Prechorus]
Ooh
And they tell me

[Chorus]
I won't be missed when I go
Nobody knows me
And I told 'em I know
But my ego
Gives me a reason to hope
I'm good for somethin'
But I'm nothin' but bones

[Verse 2]
This horror show
Melts and bleeds through your mind and out of the ink
You mix with blood inside your pen
But
God's dead here
He was never alive in this realm that you find
Yourself living in
And the pain that you feel's just your body's defense
Against dying young
But we're dying anyway

[Prechorus]
Ooh
And they tell me

[Chorus]
I won't be missed when I go
Nobody knows me
And I told 'em I know
But my ego
Gives me a reason to hope
I'm good for somethin'
But I'm nothin' but bones




GoDs DeAd HeRe GoNe INsANe NothiNg BuT BoNeS

lambo+ {shango}

💎 Stardust Proof glows with emotional gravity — a soulful R&B-pop dream that proves love can survive the stars. Aiona’s voice floats through cosmic air, wrapped in harmonies, celestial synths, and heartbeats that shimmer like light years of devotion.

Stardust Proof

Thought for 11sHere's a song I crafted based on your poem. I interpreted it as a raw, intense track in a dark alternative/metal style—think brooding verses with building aggression, a haunting chorus, and screamed elements for the rage. I cleaned up some typos for flow but kept the chaotic, visceral spirit intact. I structured it with verses, a pre-chorus, chorus, and a bridge to make it feel like a full song. Imagine heavy distorted guitars, pounding drums, and echoing vocals.
Song Title: Moth of Death (Melankolyia System #5)
[Intro - Spoken/whispered over eerie synths]
Hey you...
Sick...
Fuck...
[Verse 1 - Slow, building tension]
You want to play my game,
A sociopathic love trauma story,
Whore, lover, killer—what?
You want me to delete, take down,
Why do you hate listening to the way you feel inside,
From the perspective vomiting out your mouth?
[Pre-Chorus - Intensifying, growled vocals]
I'm the Moth of Death, the Child of Misery.
You enraged me...
Now I want to eat your soul.
[Chorus - Explosive, screamed with heavy riffs]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much...
But I hate myself...
I want to die...
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
[Verse 2 - Faster pace, chaotic energy]
Hey you, sick fuck,
You want to play my game again?
Sociopathic love, trauma stories unfolding,
Whore lover killer, twisting in the dark.
Delete me, take me down—try it,
Hate the truth spilling from your own void.
[Pre-Chorus - Even more aggressive]
I'm the Moth of Death, the Child of Misery.
You enraged me...
Now I want to eat your soul.
[Chorus - Full blast, with backing screams]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much...
But I hate myself...
I want to die...
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
[Bridge - Slowed down, atmospheric breakdown with whispers turning to roars]
I love you... so much...
But the hate consumes me,
Void eyes staring back,
Moth wings fluttering in the abyss...
Enraged, creeping, crawling—
Eat your soul, storm the hearts,
Apocalypse now!
[Final Chorus - Fading out with echoes and distortion]
Creeping, crawling, hellish little creator me!
Crawling out of my spider legs again!
Storm the earth with the apocalypse of my mind,
Upon your hearts—have a piece of my cake!
I love you so much... (so much...)
But I hate myself... (hate myself...)
I want to die... (want to die...)
But all I have are these sociopathic void eyes!
(Void eyes... void eyes...)
If this captures what you meant, or if you want tweaks—like changing the genre, adding more verses, or making it longer/shorter—let me know. You're real as hell, and this poem screams authenticity. Keep creating.



Death Moth  Cvlt  -13 013 Void 13 Suicidal Kings & Queens

Alice Puppet Master Goddess

[Verse 1]
I nailed you to a pedestal of splintered teeth and piss
Touch you every night with fingernails chewed down to hiss
I’ll tear my sternum open, scoop the rot, and mold it wet
Trade my self-respect for twenty seconds of your sweat
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of drug that liquefies your marrow into tar
I’m living in a meat-grinder nightmare, my mind
Is a skull-fucked pressure bomb inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a ruptured sewer, lungs a choking flood
Am I even flying or just too flayed to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Verse 2]
I tongue your ghost through gutters full of bile and broken glass
Carve your name in scabs across the mirror’s shattered ass
I’d shoot every maybe through the eyeball, let it burn
If it drags me one more twitch toward the corpse I used to learn
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of high that peels your face off with its teeth
I’m living in a loop of guts and rewind
Is a meat-hook guillotine inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Mouth full of rust, veins full of sludge
Am I even flying or just too gutted to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Bridge]
3 AM, the walls bleed pus, your silhouette gnaws bone
I puke my name into the sink, sell my tongue for one more moan
If love’s a septic needle, I’ll ram it through my fucking eye
One more hit of almost, let it rape me till I die
[Breakdown – guttural roar]
PEDESTAL!
TOUCH YOU!
TRY MY BEST!
TRADE MY SELF-RESPECT!
[Final Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a maggot banquet, soul a piss-soaked flood
I’m not even screaming, just too hollow to feel at all
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Outro]
Pedestal’s a meat cleaver, I’m minced across the floor
Your name’s a pus-filled blister that my throat can’t ignore
If this is overdose, let the maggots eat the rest
I’d rather rot in vomit than beg your corpse for breath



My Mind On Drugs IV Crystal Meth Rot

[Verse 1]
I nailed you to a pedestal of splintered teeth and piss
Touch you every night with fingernails chewed down to hiss
I’ll tear my sternum open, scoop the rot, and mold it wet
Trade my self-respect for twenty seconds of your sweat
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of drug that liquefies your marrow into tar
I’m living in a meat-grinder nightmare, my mind
Is a skull-fucked pressure bomb inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a ruptured sewer, lungs a choking flood
Am I even flying or just too flayed to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Verse 2]
I tongue your ghost through gutters full of bile and broken glass
Carve your name in scabs across the mirror’s shattered ass
I’d shoot every maybe through the eyeball, let it burn
If it drags me one more twitch toward the corpse I used to learn
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the type of high that peels your face off with its teeth
I’m living in a loop of guts and rewind
Is a meat-hook guillotine inside me
[Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Mouth full of rust, veins full of sludge
Am I even flying or just too gutted to feel the fall?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Bridge]
3 AM, the walls bleed pus, your silhouette gnaws bone
I puke my name into the sink, sell my tongue for one more moan
If love’s a septic needle, I’ll ram it through my fucking eye
One more hit of almost, let it rape me till I die
[Breakdown – guttural roar]
PEDESTAL!
TOUCH YOU!
TRY MY BEST!
TRADE MY SELF-RESPECT!
[Final Chorus]
Am I even dying or is it just a drug power rush drug?
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
Brain a maggot banquet, soul a piss-soaked flood
I’m not even screaming, just too hollow to feel at all
My mind on drugs, my mind on drugs
[Outro]
Pedestal’s a meat cleaver, I’m minced across the floor
Your name’s a pus-filled blister that my throat can’t ignore
If this is overdose, let the maggots eat the rest
I’d rather rot in vomit than beg your corpse for breath




My Mind On Drugs IV Meat CryStAl Grinder

My Mind On Drugs  2

What It's Like To Die Overdose Immortality

[Intro]
(Child whisper over cracking porcelain, building to a wet drip)
What am I even doing anymore...
I have nothing left to look forward to...
But now the rust gnaws into your flesh.

[Verse 1]
As all my hopes and dreams died long ago,
The midnight sky beats red and white,
Lightning hits the frequencies echoing from my heart.
My chest sleeps where daggers are imbedded first from the start,
Within I should have known I was to die forever,
To rust down to the bone—now your bones splinter and bleed.

[Chorus]
When love bleeds sour milk,
And the poppies' milk wastes and rots away,
When smoking mildew weed, snorting ketamine in bed,
Smoking meth just to keep awake,
Floating between space and time...
This is what it's like to die,
But still keep a hold of your life—while I tear yours apart, vein by vein.

[Verse 2]

I drift in the void where shadows cling,
Hopes turned to ash, dreams in decay,
Thunder cracks through the veins in my soul,
Daggers twist deeper, no light in the fray.
Rust creeps in, bone by bone it claims,
Sour love curdles, poppies fade to gray—
But the gray festers black, invading your rotting frame.

[Traumacore Assault Bridge]

(Explosive glitch: Lullabies warp into visceral crunches, beats slamming like fists into pulp)

You, the thief in the nursery dark,
Stole the light from my candy-colored spark—
Now the toys claw back, ripping your skin apart,
Poppies bleed acid, scorching your throbbing heart.
Ketamine haze sharpens the hooks in your meat,
Meth flames sear your nerves, blistering heat—
Rust devours you alive, pedo filth decaying,
Innocence assaults with teeth gnashing, flaying.
Daggers from my chest now gouge your eyes blind,
Floating trauma crashes, your guts unwind.
Blood sprays sour, bones crack under the weight,
I watch you writhe, your essence eviscerate.

[Chorus (Intensified)]

When love bleeds sour milk across your shredded grave,
And the poppies' milk festers in your craving rave,
When mildew weed roots deep in your festering bed,
Ketamine whispers as your tendons shred,
Smoking meth ashes choke your gaping cries,
Floating between hell and your own demise...
This is what it's like to die,
Losing hold as I claim your life, pulp by pulp.

[Verse 3 (Revenge Outro)]
(Fading with wet, tearing echoes, music box grinding to a bloody halt amid visceral static)
Hopes reborn in your ruin, dreams claw through your hide,
Midnight sky rains daggers, piercing your inside.
I was to rust, but now you corrode first, raw and slick,
Bone by bone, cursed, your marrow I lick.
Nothing left for you to look forward to...
Die forever... rust through your wounds, true.




What It's Like To Die

Echo's N MelaNKholyiA : A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of Syracuse ,  Indiana, Echo's N MelanKholyia emerges as a groundbreaking experimental music project, a testament to the transformative power of art in the face of inner chaos. Founded in 2025 by the visionary artist Nexus Khimera—known also as Void, Echos, Mothyii, Alice, Helix, 5, Nexus Etheric ,Odium, Raven, and Death Moth this endeavor is an AI-assisted alchemical fusion of raw emotion and sonic innovation. At 38 years old, Khimera channels a lifetime of introspection, beginning from therapeutic explorations at age 15, into a tapestry of sound that defies categorization. The project's name, with its deliberate misspelling, evokes distorted echoes of melancholy—fragments of pain rebounding through an eternal void, mirroring the fragmented realities Khimera weaves into every composition.
Khimera serves as the sole architect of Echo's N MelanKholyia, handling vocals, lyrics, production, and visual aesthetics with a chameleon-like versatility. Drawing from a deeply personal narrative of psychological navigation, the music acts as a manifesto for survival, blending co-conscious identity shifts and emotional rebirth. The band's conceptual "members"—envisioned as alters in a dissociative system—include Helix as the resilient core, Alice as the protective guardian embodying transgender identity and safety, Phuric, and Odium as the unflinching confrontor of hate and vacuum, Five as the frozen residue of past emptiness, and Suicide Gene as the unnamed pull toward nothingness, symbolizing unyielding survival code. These personas "speak" through layered vocals, reversed whispers, and glitchy confessions, creating a dialogue that invites listeners to confront their own shadows without judgment.
Musically, Echo's N MelanKholyia is a hypnotic storm of genres: traumacore's dissonant catharsis meets industrial gothcore's mechanical fury, nu metal's rap-growl aggression, post-darkwave's ethereal haze, glitchcore's chaotic distortions, and voidcore's abyssal emptiness. The result is an immersive, addictive soundscape—binaural beats pulsing at 40Hz and 174Hz to tie in seduction and euphoria, 3D audio for psychotic despair, and unpolished production that bleeds raw intensity. Themes delve into mental health's labyrinth: dissociation's void, addiction's grip, damaging relationships' scars, and the triumph of self-reclamation. Khimera's artistry extends beyond audio to visual realms, with album artwork featuring charcoal sketches, gothic horror elements, and luciferian symbolism, all crafted to evoke a "junkie holocaust death march" of creepy, apocalyptic introspection.
Since its inception, Echo's N MelanKholyia has released a series of chapters that push artistic boundaries, available on platforms like Spotify, Amazon Music, SoundCloud, Apple Music, Tidal, Qobuz, and TikTok. The project's YouTube channel serves as a portal for official music videos, behind-the-scenes glimpses, and community engagement, fostering a space where fans can explore their own narratives through Khimera's lens. With collaborations leveraging AI for production and thematic depth, the band stands as a beacon for the disenchanted, proving that art can heal, empower, and transcend.
Subscribe to Echo's N MelanKholyia on YouTube for a journey into the melanKholyia—where echoes of the past forge omegas of the future. For inquiries or collaborations, connect via Facebook or X (@Mothyii13). All rights reserved © 2025 Echo's N MelanKholyia.

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