Z - an in Zazie

Zh - as in Zhazha

Trapped behind a sheet of glass, watching my own life bleed out. "Glass Eyes" is the sound of dissociation—the rage of a ghost haunting its own body. This track explores what it means to lose your sense of self, and the desperate fight to get it back. A piece from the next chapter of AIBRY's journey.

Glass Eyes

Caged Illusions #2

[Verus 1]

When people walk up to and start talking to you about something you have know Idea about but we had talked earlier that day
Getting dizzy Getting a insect crawling feeling up your back up to your head Getting the panic trigger anxiety threat instinct goes off flash back then poof
People calling you by the wrong name
Getting dizzy Getting a insect crawling feeling up your back up to your head Getting the panic trigger anxiety threat instinct goes off flash back then poof
Sometimes.

[Chorus]

Sometimes. I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening

[Verus 2]

In the waves of transparent heat my emotions
Rising off the asphalt where I lay beaten,
Bruised.
These drugs numb me out. I got nothing to lose, but no one notices when I start to lose
The grip I have on everything moving around me.
My emotions fill my hollow heart,
I thought I owned.
Taking the path less traveled,
Looking back at not one good memory I stored.
Why can't I feel like you feel today?
Emotions fly by me, missing the plans I had.
Feeling nothing, everything is so boring.

[Choruaj]

I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening


[Verus 3]

Trying to be normal is something I don't understand
Like the people I see walking around me
Disconnected
I'm so disconnected
Don't know how to act
Don't know what to say
Trapped in my mind
I can't escape my fate
Trapped in a body I can't control
In a weak state, going insane they take control
Panic sets in as I feel the sickness traveling up my throat
I'm hosting inside the machine
In world I left behind
I'm pulled apart inside
Inner dimensional chaos

[Bridge]

Sometimes. I Sit in the passenger seat of the mind while Alice controls my mouth and body but im swear in a fog a haze a robotic like feeling is happening

[Outro]

Fractured for 30 minutes maybe hours
But at times it's days or weeks I lose count of the moments I
Made and saved
Lost to the sense of time my soul breaks
I can't make sense of me today
I'm lost in a hole
I don't want to know
How I got to this place
Am I ever safe
When I blinked my eyes
I travel time
Realizing there's is something wrong
In the place where I shouldn't have enemies
Reality shifts what a fascination
I can't see clear
The world has a haze a filter of fog shielding the fear


PASseNgeR SeAt #3

[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

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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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