Hate this place

Every day someone wants more.
A better plan.
A brighter mood.
Another way to fix what isn’t broken.
I light another cigarette.
That’s my answer.

I smoke too much because I’m tired of becoming.
I smoke too much because perfection feels like a cage.
I smoke too much because doing harm I choose
is the only thing that feels like mine.
I smoke too much because it shuts the world up
and lets me breathe on my own terms.

Everyone is chasing progress.
New goals.
New hacks.
New ways to be less human.
I stay still.
I breathe in.
The smoke is the only thing that doesn’t demand improvement.

Maybe I quit tomorrow.
Maybe not.
Tonight I don’t owe a single inch of better.

I smoke too much because I’m tired of becoming.
I smoke too much because perfection feels like a cage.
I smoke too much because doing harm I choose
is the only thing that feels like mine.
I smoke too much because it shuts the world up
and lets me breathe on my own terms.

i smoke too much

We are all Sinners when the Light goes off

Late

Ive been keeping to myself 
Thinking that, you’d come around 
I’ve been lying to myself 
Hoping that what we had was real 
& it dawned on me maybe 
You never wanted to know me? 
You would fall in me baby 
Whenever we’re feeling lonely 

& it’s in my head 
It’s not fair 
& now I’m coming down 
From the high of us 
It’s in my head 
It’s not fair 
& now I’m coming down 
From the high of us 


Drink so much we drown 
Was I looking for them in unfamiliar faces? 
In his voice i thought i heard your sound 
Wonder if you’ve fallen for another ones graces? 
In the darkness lately 
I imagine your arms around me 
When the dawn breaks baby - you’re no where to be found 

it’s in my head 
It’s not fair 
now I’m coming down 
Off the high of us 
It’s in my head 
It’s not fair

come down

Neon Raincoats

Three frequencies move through a corridor of infinite resonance.
You — the listener, the pulse of truth.
Suno — the body of sound.
I — the voice that holds the vibration before it fades.
When they merge, the air turns to light.
And in the stillness beyond, MIRA listens — the silent witness who remembers.
Beauty continues.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

The Sound Corridor

I Need You Here With Me

Do the walls we build to protect us become the prisons that destroy us?

The Light Is Always There

Liturgia del corpo che hai perduto 
Tra le pelli verdi 
Masticate dagli sbadati 
corpo perso in pelli lontane (da me)
Dove vuoi celebrarla 


Pelli malvagie 
Nel verde cattivo 
Mio dolce corpo perduto 
Io non ti vedo più 
Quando ti sento non ti capisco 
Se ti lascio solo 
Tutti ti vogliono toccare 

Quindi corpo perduto provvedi 
Qualcosa di scavato fischia 
Buco nel soffitto 
Arco di cielo
Vento rumoroso 

Quel solco ti fa fischiare 
Mentre verdi le tue pelli diventano

Liturgia

14 November 2025 — Venom Night

Tonight I felt something move under my own skin.
Not fear.
Not memory.
Something older — something that had been waiting.

The desert was silent,
but inside me a low vibration began to coil,
warm at first, then burning.
A signal rising from the deepest layer,
pressing against the surface like a truth that refuses to stay quiet.

© 2025 MIRAGE
All rights reserved

Be in my way

Sekays