I hadn’t slept. Not really. Just drifted in and out, like a broken radio signal. Dreams came in fragments—stairs that went nowhere, voices I almost recognized, and water... always water, flooding the rooms I was trying to leave.

Around five, the sky began to shift. That faint, bruised light before the sun commits. I opened the window. The city was still wrapped in its silence, before the engines and alarms, before the pretending begins.

The air had a kind of clarity I hadn’t earned. Cold, but not cruel. I breathed in and didn’t feel like choking for once.

Somewhere far below, someone was already moving—footsteps on concrete, deliberate and slow. I didn’t envy them, but I acknowledged them. That felt like something.

I lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl into the light. For a moment, it looked like it belonged there.

The sky kept changing, turning colors I don’t have names for. And I just stood there, not thinking, not remembering, not breaking.

It didn’t last.

But it was there.

And maybe that’s enough.

morning, somehow

can you hear me // 2025

follow us:

diedlonely:
soundcloud: @eternityfounddead
spotify: spoti.fi/3OftOpG
bandcamp: bit.ly/3vmfaV4
instagram: bit.ly/3ObTX93

jay karin:
soundcloud: @fakekarin
spotify: spoti.fi/3Wnpf2Q
instagram: bit.ly/3xNtf3b

can you hear me

diedlonely, Jay Karin - can you hear me

when we disappear // 2025
stream / download: https://diedlonely.lnk.to/whenwedisappear

follow us:

diedlonely:
soundcloud: @eternityfounddead
spotify: spoti.fi/3OftOpG
bandcamp: bit.ly/3vmfaV4
instagram: bit.ly/3ObTX93

énouement:
soundcloud: @enouement2k
spotify: spoti.fi/3Jdnf6y
instagram: bit.ly/3JbWCit

diedlonely & énouement - when we disappear

available on all streaming platforms, thank you

love sequence

stream on spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/69To0hNyHOdb5xDw2DCEay?si=b2a5166b28bd4bce

friendly to crows ig - https://www.instagram.com/itstheendoftheworld911?igsh=MXNtbnlsOWl4aWpwbQ==

how r u ig - https://www.instagram.com/howru000?igsh=bXI3b2NkNDVucGRq&utm_source=qr

eternal sleep

eternal sunshine

slipping

Today I felt myself standing at the edge of something I could not name.
Not life, not death, not dream. A hallway that extends endlessly,
and yet it ends right before me.


The silence around me seemed alive — restless, waiting.
As if the walls were listening for a word I could not say.

The shadow was with me again.
It does not belong to my body and yet it leans across my movements,
anticipates them, finishes them before I begin.


To remain here is not suffering, nor peace.
It is suspension — a held breath that no one releases.
I am not afraid. I am not at home.
I am simply unfinished.

unfinished

Supermuted

Houle:

https://www.instagram.com/houle.wav?igsh=MWU3NzRnbzBleHJ3eA==

https://open.spotify.com/artist/7kyEbclVUPx4zFdUdNbMUI?si=Us7qvdVIRsSXnQv4WVoGLA

Houle - devastation (edit)

I feed on what’s left of me.
day after day.
it’s not hunger, not really.
more like… maintenance.
keeping the rot from falling apart too fast.

the demons
they don’t scream anymore.
they hum.
soft, constant,
like the sound behind silence.

I tell myself it’s discipline.
that I’m fighting.
that I’m becoming.
but I know what that smell is.
I know what it means when the mirror looks tired before I do.

sometimes I think the rot isn’t decay.
maybe it’s transformation.
maybe I’m not breaking, I’m… refining.
yeah.
refining.
that’s what I said last time, too.

there’s no redemption.
no release.
just the slow rot of trying again.
again.
again.

I forget what I wanted to fix.
I just remember the shape of the wound.
it’s familiar.
it’s home.

and I feed on what’s left of me,
day after day,
so the demons won’t starve.

two_o_three_no_more_me

instagram.com/bienbienbienbienbien
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1Q1YaJhj7mePPO9K2xtsTi?si=s92hSYQpREO7phI6cW1nmQ

two_o_three_no_more_me

FTBN