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

Not_A_puppet_1_1

fuckHopePityworksdoubleshiftsinmyDome2.2.mp3

Silhouette was 9mm Of A Second

Z - an in Zazie

Zh - as in Zhazha

Brainstorm: find, chase, catch!

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

Intro (0:00-0:30): [Soft, reversed piano notes fade in, layered with glitchy static and distant childlike laughter distorting into screams. Sub-bass hums like a heartbeat in panic.]
(Whispered, breathy vocals:)
Echoes of pastel chains,
Wrapped in glass and salt again.
Faded dolls with eyes like voids,
Looking in, the child avoids.
Verse 1 (0:30-1:00): [Sparse drums kick in, industrial clanks like knives on metal, building tension. Mid-tempo rap delivery with reverb.]
Staring down the fractured mirror, shards of me in pink and fear,
Teddy bears with stitches torn, secrets born before the dawn.
Whispers from the closet door, "You're broken, little one, no more,"
Candy wrappers stained in red, memories I thought were dead.
Alters rise like graveyard moths, fluttering in twisted cloths,
Childhood swings creak in the night, innocence lost to endless fight.
Chorus (1:00-1:30): [Heavy nu metal riffs drop, distorted guitars and dubstep wobbles. Vocals double-tracked: one clean melodic, one screamed.]
Looking into my traumacore,
Sweet decay behind the door!
Pastel blood on playground floors,
Echoes scream, "We want more!"
Fractured halo, blackened wings,
Dollhouse burns with hidden things!
Looking in, the void replies,
Trauma's lullaby never dies!
Verse 2 (1:30-2:00): [Post-rock swells with haunting synths, glitch effects mimicking derealization. Slower rap with breathy overlays.]
Buried in the softest grave, cotton candy waves of rage,
Porcelain smiles crack and bleed, feeding on the pain I need.
Family shadows twist the light, denying nights of endless fright,
Pill bottles like fairy dust, scattering trust into the rust.
Alters whisper spells of salt, hurricanes of hellish fault,
Acid tears on paper hearts, preserving art where healing starts.
Bridge (2:00-2:45): [Breakdown: Industrial dubstep drop with furnace roars, knife scrapes, and reversed audio of child whispers. Vocals build from whisper to guttural roar.]
(Overlapping echoes:)
Run to emptiness, take cover in the black,
Chemical spills of inspiration crack.
Words expelled like plagues in the wind,
Hurricanes of hellfire, where do I begin?
Snap back to the static, white reality burns,
Black bones incinerate, the cycle returns.
Chorus (2:45-3:15): [Intensified repeat, with added layers of screams and hypnotic synth loops.]
Looking into my traumacore,
Sweet decay behind the door!
Pastel blood on playground floors,
Echoes scream, "We want more!"
Fractured halo, blackened wings,
Dollhouse burns with hidden things!
Looking in, the void replies,
Trauma's lullaby never dies!
Outro (3:15-3:45): [Fade out with soft pastel synths glitching into silence, ending on a single, echoing moth wing flutter. Whispered final line:]
Preserved in wood and clay, the divine remains...
Looking in, forever chained.






Traumacore Void 2 Decay Echos Split

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.