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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fuckHopePityworksdoubleshiftsinmyDome2.2.mp3

Silhouette was 9mm Of A Second

Z - an in Zazie

Zh - as in Zhazha

Brainstorm: find, chase, catch!


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NoAI
Literature Text


(Verus 1)



I don't know where to start 

I've been lost for so long

Identities blur like lost time

Missing memories

I hate my body 

Hate myself 

I can't get this dirt off of me

Spending multi trips to the shower a day 

How long can I keep this up

I'm so drained 



(Chorus)



I'm fucked but safe in a brutal home 

Love me fuck why do you hate me so much 

Can't you just talk to me like someone that's doesn't like to hurt me 



(Verus 2)



I can't get this dirt off of me

Spending multi trips to the shower a day every night fucked into a nightmare 

Of drugs and rough sex whore junkie me a male blows 

Goth girl whores 

How long can I keep this up

I'm so drained 

I'm so 

sick

I hate every inch of my skin I can't get you off of me 

but fuck me again again now again

Keep hurting me I hate myself this much I deserve this 

I don't want to feel this nightmare mental paper flower dissolved 

Into the dead of my eyes 

Did I ever deserve this?



(Chorus)



I'm so fucked but safe in a brutal home 

Love me fuck why do you hate me so much 

Can't you just talk to me like someone that's doesn't like to hurt me 



(Verus 3)



I hate every inch of my skin I can't get you off of me 

but fuck me again again now again

Keep hurting me I hate myself this much I deserve this 

I don't want to feel this nightmare mental paper flower dissolved 

Into the dead of my eyes 

Did I ever deserve this?

Missing memories

I hate my body 

Hate myself 

I can't get this dirt off of me

Spending multi trips to the shower a day 

How long can I keep this up

I'm so drained 



(Bridge)



These cuts never heal right 

In the middle of night 

Covered in sweat things are getting rough 

When will you get off of me 



(Chorus)



I'm so fucked but safe in a brutal home 

Love me fuck why do you hate me so much 

Can't you just talk to me like someone that's doesn't like to hurt me 





DID I Deserve This #000

Nightwalking

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

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, 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.