Your drops hit hard and the atmosphere is crazy good. I make visuals and animations that match that kind of energy — cover art, lyric videos, and looping visuals. Would love to collaborate if you’re open!

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. 

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Z - an in Zazie

Zh - as in Zhazha

Brainstorm: find, chase, catch!

Nightwalking

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💎 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

My dopamine

Entering a state of blissful rage who am I today

A fury running deep my identity is cut into sectors of forgotten  memories 

I grip life with one thought in mind 

Can I push the limits of my disease

Far past indulgence but into catastrophe entropy I am lustful in trances and sacrifices so bestowed to me     

Lock inside but released among the unknown passers by I'm a walking fantasy 

Caged but free in a free fall I can't escape 

I'm drowning in my sanctuary 

Made from chemicals and emotional rocket fuel insanity to be perceived as normality

Griding my teeth as they crack and chip 

The darkness natural is a life with walls surrounded but no limits to emotional savagery 

   You know why we overdose, 

Because most people like me lived a thousand life's of hell and no one notices  

For our last wish all we wanted of this  world

Is to have a moment at peace before we escape from the world of pain we take into ourselves 

We break down in the shower we  scream, sit on the floor with madness in the only place we own 

The minds we were born with to live our life with,

Abused we were born into 

Fucking took all the drugs to numb it

but couldn't stop the memories

Neglected we faced by parents that didn't understand

The sexual abuse

No one believes you 

Go to your room

No self esteem from the eyes of society no friends to call our own

So for all the life we lied to shield you from our kind sides

No trust to offer, 

But I know I gave you my world

But you can't see, 

We are lonely,

The ropes the darkness we were closed within 

There torment we went through 

The yes

We are the 0.01% of America 

A borderline diagnosis

Comorbid dissociative identity disorder

PTSD exploring 

Hope you know that your words broke the tape that I sown my wounds together with

All of us together tried to put him back together for,

Every time you strike me down

Balled me up in a ball in the corner, 

I just wanted you to love me

Accept me  for me but I 

I recoiled in fear bred in horror,

From the hurt you put me through, it aways felt normal 

For every scream putting me down,

Humiliating me I was forced to love you

Another scar was drawn when I wanted to kill you and free myself

I love you but I can't stand you now that you broke my trust

Beating me into fighting back black out blood on the floor crying in the room that's all that you wanted me for 

For every time I felt isolated I grew smaller and smaller  
It's ok I will have to smile until my mask crumbles

Chattering invisibility 

Echoing in my mind two voices one in the dark sre there more of me but not me cast covers over me

When they ask if I'm fine

Numb to 

I say stand forward,

If I'm fine,

I'm fine now

No I've been set on fire inside parts of me 

All I wanted was love I wanted to feel someone next to me before I die

For every beaten memory there's a scream at night that is the merges within my mind

I never knew who I was

Was I ever good enough,

Was I ever really loved,

Was the sex good,

It was hell with you

What am I suppose to feel 

This is introspective 

But my hate bleeds through

Are these demons I hold the only friends I have to hold

You see me as something to control,

Let me be good and let me get that for you


I must leave but I'm going to stay

I'm over this life,

Its time end this

Turn me in Turn me out 

Let me go while I fall asleep 

Just go away and when you go I say

You know why we overdose,

To escape the pure hell trapped and frozen in our minds

Looping and looking insane negative thoughts drives us to



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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.

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