Negative Spaces

the cost of giving up

Prescription Void

Devilist Squad - Nightmare core

Devilist Squad - Legion

Devilist Squad - Bloodchain

Devilist Squad - Metal havoc

[Verse 1]   



I’m wide awake inside the storm

   The light you gave still keeps me warm

   I feel the waves crash through my veins

   I’m breaking down,

 but I’ll rise again    



[Pre-Chorus]   



I’m holding on through all the pain

   Your voice is calling out my name



    [Chorus]  



 Don’t let me fade away, oh baby, please 

  I beg, can you hear my cries, tearing  

 Through the edge?   

I know you’ll never let my heart fade

   Into the gray, hold me, 

  Save me, 

be my light  

 Don’t turn away



    [Verse 2]



  I’m going under,

 this time I fear

  The storm within,

 the memories near

   I need somebody to heal this pain 

  Long as you don’t let me fade away 



   [Chorus]  



 Don’t let me fade away, oh baby, please 

  I beg, can you hear my cries, tearing 

  Through the edge?  

I know you’ll never let my heart fade  

 Into the gray, hold me, 

Save me, be my light 

  Don’t turn away  



[Bridge] 



Show me that our love will stay 

  Never fade, come what may

   Even though the memories remain 

  This pain we have will heal again  



  [Chorus]   

Don’t let me fade away, oh baby, please

   I beg, can you hear my cries, tearing 

  Through the edge? 

I know you’ll never let my heart fade

   Into the gray, hold me,

  Save me, be my light 

  Don’t turn away  



  [Outro]   



The storm is building inside my soul  

 Your voice calls out to make me whole  

 Remind me, love, we’ll never fade away  

 Please stop this fade of pain  


Don't Let Me Fade

Fear is the Hell Comes From"
(Part 1)

"Fear is the Hell comes from"
Do you know that feeling
When the world turns grey
When every color slowly
Fades away, I've tried it all
I've prayed, I've run
But I can't see the end

(Chorus)

The heart is pounding, why
Does this fear feel like where
Hell comes from
Please just help me breathe
Pull me out from underneath


(Part 2)


I’ve tried it all, I’ve prayed
I’ve run, but I can’t see
The end, I keep waiting for a sign to appear
But all I hear is the sound of fear
Someone, please just help me breathe
Pull me out from underneath

(Part 3)

Do you know that feeling
When the world turns grey
When every color slowly fades away
I’ve tried it all, the pills, I’ve taken
To keep this fear of the hell sound of fear
But it doesn’t stay away
When it wears off, the more
I take the numbness it away
But how long does this
This shit last till it’s all gone


(Chorus)

The heart is pounding, why
Does this fear feel like where
Hell comes from
Please just help me breathe
Pull me out from underneath


(Bridge)

I can’t see the sun, lost in the night
Feeling when everything around us
Has been burned, that feeling around us feels
Like hell comes from and…
That fear lives where it stays like
A disorder that you can never fix

(Final Chorus)

The heart is pounding, why
Does this fear feel like where
Hell comes from
Please just help me breathe
Pull me out from underneath

(Outro)
 
Take me somewhere I can feel again
A shadow that gr

Dear Parents Poetry (Broken In My Soul)

The winter was as cold as the embedded despair that  

                   danced with the promise of death, 

The light of the morning there was a sick craving felt, 

                A pack of vile heaven I was saving still,

 When I started dripping sweat with heavy breathing,                      

   The sickness disgusted me,     

                  To the point of panicking, 

  Heart beating out of my chest ,                         

      Dope Sick insanity,

 I grabbed my silent screams and swallowed them in regret, 

  I just want this to end,                          

     Heroin's is the gun I defended,

 The weapon I sing sweet lullabies to every time play victim,    

                              Daring to take my life away, 

                      Communication came in the night, 

                              A message from a relative,        

                       Death had come to my father,        

                             Suicide was the cause                    

                             Sick all day,                                 

    I can't stand the pain,                     

    Dripping nose like the vomit leeks,

 From the intoxication of a purge with the on set of the  rush of a opiate,

 Cold to the bone shaking like a jackals laughing when they're hunting, 

Sweat leaking out of my skin like snake oil salesmen   corrupt and sale, 

Glazed like the morning dew mist in the flames of hell,

 Flowing out like the exhale of carbon dioxide filth,                  

     This suicide, the cause and effect,                

The taste of no regrets was a disgusting reality,          

      Coming to a tragedy in the throws of a loss,      

      When addiction with suffering played the role ,

 To sing a sonnet, 

 A symphony from the demons below,  

The church of misery holds the ceremony of lost souls,                                          

To finally let go,  

        The death of one will create another dead soul ,

            The powder of the sedative,

 The dirt of a flower, 

       With the god of sleep and the mouth of the devils breath to infuse gave it,                          

It's power of my final hour, 

The sands of time the intoxicant incased with  the  liquid of life, 

Boiling from the flames beneath a spoon in the dead of night,

  Drawing up it's contents, 

The elixir of pleasure of death together cry's, 

Wrapping rope and knots to close off the flow of life's gift,

I poured all I could into the tool,  

 For a poison that would predict it's ending , 

Pressure added to the pulse of life ,

 Like a stealth weapon ,

I let the hymn of god off my lips roll out, 

 Euphoria to nothingness in a life's second,
 The world went black as my life left with the barrel still inside it's target limb, 
The void,
 There was peace, 
  Then agony and echoing, 
As life was given back to me, 
When you survived the tragedy,   
Saved by oxygen,

Saved By Oxygen (Poetry)

505, slowed - Arctic Monkeys

Echo's N MelanKholyia: A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of Goshen, 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 Echos or Mothyii—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.