Borderline Identity Cvlt13

Borderline Identity Part 1

A lucifer fallen morning wake up fucked up

Razor blades a taste of metallic terror 

Rushes of screams running through the mind 

Brush my hair just to break the mirror grinding my teeth  

 Wrist slit push me further I am not part of this 

Save me from the eyes looking back at me

I'm the reason I hate myself so much in the era of time,

 I am broken forever I told you never mind,

You used me against myself,

 I'm your cheated lover but behind closed doors you fantasied 

About me ending my life,

You never knew I was homicidal 

I showed you suicidal

Just to blind you 

You took advantage of me undercover  

You said you worshiped and empowered by the hour

But you just deflowered the innocents of true power 

I'll show you a psycho 

Lets cycle the personalities 

Tell me all the words you think will control I do what you say but feed you poison 

I play the game like a chess master but you see me as your whore a means to an end,

I'm two steps ahead of you

You won't know how this ends

In the corners of your mind

I strike I grin to the sounds of your cries comforting you ,

After you beat me

As I fuck you numb,

I let you lick the sweat from our love

A false tale of a romance no something sinister  

So I watch you like god watch's sheep in the night 

I'll allow the wolfs to devour you again and again 

Just to resurrect you 

I hope you know I can tell what your doing 

It's ok 

I will destroy all the advantages you store in the home of your heart 

Not just myself 

No

But everything you are in the minds of others 

I hope you know I'm going to crave my name in your chest while you sleep next to me

Everytime you destroyed me and I stayed next to you 

You made me this as time decayed.

I couldn't get away 

Afraid of abandonment

I love to hard 

And you destroyed my soul 

The heart of a angel    



Lucifer Fallen Morning

I can't see god

Because he never sees me, 

I'm a father 

I'm a sinner 

I'm the weak

That became a master 

Wash me the blood of your saviors

I'll be your pleasure I'll be your forever 

Just lay down and sink your teeth in to remember 

The tastes of your god 

The enemy of the cheater

Fucked to see the monster of the dreamers of flavors 


Back and forth 

So god is and I'm not

Rip and repaired to speak in words so covered in darkness  

Monsters dream of people like me

I have no name   Caught in a stone smile, So my eyes remain, The windows of my severity where I show my pain and  hatred for myself, putting the gun close to my distress,  ; The tattoo under my right eye, I wear as a badge of survival,  Pause release, to cut a piece out, for the price, Denial, guilt, shame, desire, regret, the soul, my disease, the sight, I ground the energy in my mind,  Trapped in hell I fight, I have to get out, To escape this place I made, a personal hell, Where I can't breath or fade, heaven take me today, Frozen in the grey purgatory of my life, lost in shadows, A mask of decay, Chained to the ground, My veins turn to rust, My blood turns to the light of dust, Knives in my armor, I lay bare forever, my life is low, I feel distains, I keep all my trust, To run with goddess and entities, of the self, forsakenly I place all I have, it's more than enough,

I was born but I can't live 

I wear this broken Halo
Blood runs cold but nears stay stable 




I Can't See God

Artist of suffering and heavenly eyes, 

Me I was always this way, 

Drops of blood on every word I say,

Ripped out the chaos unfolds out side of space and time of beliefs or dreams

Hanging on to life intense like a fever of death you can't break,

Living through death to experience life 

Does any body know me 

No 

Antisocial with chameleon skills

Yes

Does anybody know me now 

No,

In the world of macabre

Melancholia as seductive saliva drench 

Automatically written autobiography,

Yeah I'm just so sincere,



Hate me 

Rumors like crazy 

Needs a doctor,  

Love me 

You should fuck me

Watch me,

But

No one speaks to me 

Behind me,

I see them 

Observing,

But I'm 

Living in the inner world,

Working beneath my skin 

While living in the reality of robotic bodies so cruel to the broken souls,  

But I don't feel the thoughts they breed,

I'm the enemy of the mass conformed,



Breaking out of my skin,

I slither like the flow of my blood,

Soaked in opioids,

Disconnected to keep control,

When I move like a ghost in environments

I can take with all my senores peeking like the intensity of,

Touching the burning embers of a ritual fire left for the goddess to breed,

The artist of a thousands blades,

Self sacrifice Its my pleasure to lay with you at night 



Hate me 

Rumors like crazy 

Needs a doctor,  

Love me 

You should fuck me

I'll show you the love of a out of body love story,

Watch me,

But

No one speaks to me 

I never show my face,

Behind me,

I see them 

I wear the masks of a borderline

Observing,

Recoiled,

But I'm 

Living in the inner world,

Working beneath my skin,

The chatter clicking of demonic teeth,

While living in the reality of robotic bodies so cruel to the broken souls,  

But I don't feel the thoughts they breed,

I'm the enemy of the mass conformed,

breaking the illusions the powerful use to control,

I shoot them in the back 

To cause my own revolution,

 



Artists Of Suffering

Hello? 

Who are you? 

Don't you know?

BPD

I'm Your DID
Look in the mirror and see who you are 

We are you helping you survive 

Can't trust the world we help you let go

Burying the pain in amnesic memories

You don't remember 

But we know all you hide 

Ten years passes with no memories of what I did  

15 - 17

Nineteen to twenty nine,  years a blanks space no time no place no face 

Walking in a empty space I called my home 

A world inside 

While I ran on autopilot 

High out within my mind I hide from life breaking out in clips 

Frames chips of film play by smell, tastes, and touch, a panic rush 

Full of dread and the feeling of death I'm running from  

29 I'm awake for a moment to move to the next place in life 

Got married started a life 

Memories shaky but I manage to stay in the light 

Seeping out into my eye 

The breaks in time were I fought to survive

PSTD  

Blacked out till 31 evolved by 38 

Sitting in a room 

With Four unknown until I'm told that's not normal 

People don't do that 

We don't work that way 

We do though

No one understands 

I walk in a infinity a cosmic gate many

I am so like shattered glass

I'm so alone but not alone at all 

I feel you moving under my skin 

Their echoing voices of memories 

Hello?

You don't remember.

But we've been talking to you for a long time 

Now you notice us 

Now we can come together to support you.

Inside of hiding you in the light and dark 

Of dissociative mental states 

We are the love 

The fear 

The hope 

The destruction of you 

Protector 

Lover 

The torched like black as embers glow 

Self distortive only when the pain leeks out of are cut skin  

We speak to help you not to nose dive 

Into a hell you never knew 

But crawled through over like embedded razors on naked flesh

Hello?

Your not crazy you're just noticing Us now,

We've been here along,

No memories that we don't hold from you're heart,

It's nice to be with you

This is evolution

Trauma evolution

Hello you know 

Your not doing this alone 

We have our own illnesses 

Ideas 

Thoughts 

Hold emotions like masks with sub layers of attached memories 

Places,

People,

Faces,

We are you,

Just hiding the pain internally

If we let you see 

Well all died with you

You wouldn't be able to handle 

The visions we each hold for you to live    




Hello

Evolution from Dancing With Death 

Chaos disturbed endless echo's,

 Screams and cry moans and smiles,

Deep flows agony as the temple grows like caves form,

Healing through the corruption of sexuality,

No mortals ethics dissolved mind released devils and angels born,

Chained to earth but numb to the living like a NPC, 

The degrees increase, no limit on the physical,

To develop the spiritual, 

Debauchery a self served homicide,

To evolve,

Evolution from Dancing With Death 

The soul to gods and devils to thoughts in dread respect is not seen but hides, 

The pain gives wisdom in the sick experiment of my life,  

A means of rebirth into the evasion of humanity enslavement,

A system of torture and nooses given,

A alien cover in the skin of mortals, studying the souls,

Of all who are stuck in a false reality,

Created a new hybrid,  

Ripping off the faces of control,

A obsession a deflowered soul broken and restored,

Murdered then brought back to life by a sadist,  

Tempted a wish that forces on the masses,

A secret in the depths of the occult,

The intro to the completion,

Sick?

Pain,

Agony, 

Suicide,

Evolution from Dancing With Death 

Withdrawal of the sleep goddess,

Without intervention,

Obsessed and out of control,

Going to the edge then stepping back

Repetition for years,

Evolution from Dancing With Death 

Living in a cycles that last like the cosmos expands, 

Destruction infused to breathe creation unseen,

 Its a ritual giving by the first that found power in the mind

That damnation that was given by unknown mystics, 

I'm beyond the ethics of the based reality,

I am unchained and cruel kind to few devoted to higher vibrations,

I had to experience live and die in low vibrations,

Be resurrected in the earths frequency then commit mental suicide, 

On repeat until my soul my mind ascended,  

Given a iron tongue in the body of a armored scorpion, 

To escape the blood in my veins the sickness that's contracted living in this world,

Breaks in fabric of the senses, 

I had to live death in a repeated cycle,

 Without the fear of dying to feel all senses dying and reset to shock back to life,

Dead but alive living in endless space,

Evolution from Dancing With Death 

Fall into despair and reckless suicidal tendances,

To push past the limits of emotional scars and what is told to be normal, I develop a immunity, 

A robotic human that is bound by the systems that are in tattooed skin of reality,

And broken dreams the bars of the mind set by nature,  

I was stripped away, drifting in the void,

Hold walk away reflect in the mirror of self,

Wake next to the dead body you once were,

Astral projection and never returning home,

To rise as the modification you now wear skin deep,

Showing no one but others that were formed by a religious systematic abuse of the body and mind , 

Evolution from Dancing With Death Vrs 4

Prescriptions to alter your mind, 

When the sides effect cause homicide or ending yourself,

I came to see you,

 I need help,

 I can't take life,

 Feeling the way I do I need therapy,

 Someone that can guide me to escape nightmare infecting life,

You schedule me to come in once at week,

Diagnosing labels by observing

Insecurities, beliefs, or feelings, behaviors, oddities,

Let me write you this prescription,

And see if it helps you,

Months go by,

The worlds so grey,

Numbed from feeling anything,

No drive to follow,

No desire left, 

Don't forget to refile your bottle,

You don't want to go back to the start,

Endless eyes when you look in the mirror,

Skins dulled from all sensations,

Am I fixed or just a organic paper weight?

Lost in day's ,

Hypnotics for nights end,  

The insomnia was over baring,

Twitching in bed my muscles are restless,

I stretch until I feel pain looking around the world is dislocated,

Wake to the feeling of floating in a liquid bubble,

 Hazy, fogy, disorganized thoughts being swallowed by 

A emptiness that is constant,

But unable to sense at all, 





Prescriptions

Ever wonder why consumption is the goal?

Over stimulated with distractions, 

 The tool to direct control,

Feeling emotions from reactions that are synthetic strategized ,

Years in advanced, 

 News, speeches, protests, engineered disasters , 

To cause emotional fight or fights survival fixations ,

Manifestation,

To all part of the plan,

Made by the Puppets masters hidden by,

A false perception over every inch,

Of this worlds conquered land,
We are,

Caged in a Illusion,

Reality is not what it seems

We are trapped in a mental prison without bars,

 Made to think we think with our own minds,

Synthetically created, 

To control,

Using fear as the mind control ,

Introspection and investigation?

Where's the time to step back,

When it's just forced in our face,

We are,

Caged in a Illusion,

Reality is not what it seems

We are trapped in a mental prison without bars,

 Made to think we think with our own minds,

Synthetically created, 

To control,

Most lost their shelf's,

Have been replaced with a organic androids,

Oblivious of the systems mechanical design, 

Programed by the greed and lust for power,

Replaced with a external mold subliminally,

Frustration when bored no one looks at the stillness inside the mind,

Where there's no time, 

This is just the way it, is it's just life?

We are,

Caged in a Illusion,

Reality is not what it seems

We are trapped in a mental prison without bars,

 Made to think we think with our own minds,

Synthetically created, 

To control,

We are so much more,

We just have to open our eyes,

Look past the chaos that we are being fed urgency,

We're pawns in a participation,

Never seeing the strings we are being pulled by,

A game of battleship to create their division in societies delusion  

 Propaganda, Media, the illusion a prison 

The consumer always seeking more,

Never knowing there held hostage,

Never feeling the panic to escape,

This is made to enslave the people,

This is a stealth design made for the corruption to infect,

The dreams and happiness of the peaceful mind,

Divide and consume, seize, conquer, war, repeat 

The Unconscious Enslavement,

There's nowhere to hide, 

We can escape,

Just open your eyes,  

The Unconscious Enslavement N MelanKhlyia

Star gazed locked in a maze, 

 

  Eternal darkness covered in grace, 

 

 Weeping willows lay upon my face 

 

 As a mask I inherently place,

 

 multiples my life raft, 

 

  People look at me, 

 

I am expressionless,

 

 Lost in thoughts separated from what's real,

 

 It's for the best,

 

 Walking in cosmic paths and magnetic fields,

 

 My sensor's are unpredictable crying acid and salt, tears, I am here,

 

 But I can't feel,

 

 A wondering reality completely filled, 

 

With the devils I held dear,

 

 To my heart so numb to the breath of air,

 

With demons I dance out of body, out of reality, 

 

 Dreaming of different thoughts,

 

 I want to release  to the people, 

 

 So I write my final notes to the following,

 

 Because I want them to know, 

 

What it's like to break through the the strings of theory,

 

 So I scream when I express my ideas to the world, 

 

Just to get my point higher,

Star Gazed

Star Gazed 2

Where the ashes lay the color of marrow as the smell of rot to the senses germinates,

I throw you away, 

Crawling the cortex,

Traveling to the brain stem images, 

Reproductive breeding cockroaches,

Borrowing nests,

Like how you infused your diabolical 

Synthetic projected love you lifted to me entranced,

Where the dreams that consume choke you ,

I hope you loss your breath in the suffocation

Of my memory that used to love you

Plague your waking life? 

Like devotion is forever, 

Other act of exorcism  will have no ending,

What?

You spread like a disease, 

Resistant to genetic scribbling to reconstruction,

The only way to cleanse my being,

Is to exterminate the connection of you,

I hope the out come, 

Eats you alive,

For how many times you mummified my life

 A sacrifice,

 You made me the ending,

 The symbiotic period of language ,

Your blasphemous occult conspiracy the Artificial god of creation you invented to capture the naive toy you thought I was,

This means nothing but the salvation of I 

Death by hanging but not before cannibalistic nature like starving hordes of nomads the the action of my hatred and vengeance is hexed on your soul like the 

The snakes sells men you worship, compared 

You mimicked to get everything with invasive  greed,

As if they preform miracles with elixirs made from poisons masquerading as the perfect union of the opposite genders looks so good, that will heal no this in disgusting false information will brainwash then execute my soul,

How dishonest so vampiric,

I can believe I invested years and years of  time,

And paid with agony , self ending ideation my sensitive soul , so I was transformed 

To petrified but pulsed alive forever,

 Kept, and released in peace and salvation from the hell you bestowed upon me,

When,

The destruction of your image is finalized 

 The flesh devouring viruses the Lovecraftian horror you are will be,

Incineration,

Thrown to oblivion,

You never existed at all

Never more

Forever more




You're A Devil

[Intro - 0:00 to 0:18] Glass bulb explodes on steel-sharp, brittle shards clink like bones. Slow heartbeat thump (80 BPM). Bus door hisses open. Whisper, layered: Du bist mein... du bist mein... (you are mine) in German, looping, pitched low like a drunk memory. [Verse 1 - 0:18 to 1:10] Bus ride. Two thousand miles. I sat there, gut empty, head full of her voice. Three days in Oregon-she poured vodka, smiled like a gift. Then the hand. The first slap. Sound like wet meat on tile. I didn't move. Couldn't. Not yet. Sold me that night. Room smelled like bleach and sweat. Inside her? Dead. Numb. High. Heroin in my vein, her nails in my neck-same burn, same blank. Wanted to die but body said no. Someone else kept breathing for me. [Pre-Chorus - 1:10 to 1:25] She called me doll. Held me like broken china-arms locked, smile cracked. I said yes because no was a gun. I said love you because hate was blood on the floor. [Chorus - 1:25 to 1:55] Puppet, puppet-strings in your teeth, Move for me, bleed for me, breathe for me, High enough to forget my name, Low enough to feel every chain. Puppet, puppet-cut me loose, But the cut's the proof: I was used. (Hook starts here-addictive loop) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (stutter-glitch echo) [Verse 2 - 1:55 to 2:40] She hit because she could. I stayed because I learned: Safe looks like pain. Love looks like fists. Every thrust-needle in my spine, Every bruise-map of where I broke. She sold me like stock. They paid. I didn't. I counted cracks in the ceiling like stars. Said one more to the spoon, to her mouth, to the mirror- Anything to not feel the doll's empty eyes staring back. [Bridge - 2:40 to 3:10] (60 BPM stutter) Child whisper: Du bist mein... (you are mine...) Glass shatters again-loud, close. Her voice: You're nothing without me. My voice? Silent. Five says: run. Odium says: kill. Alice says: please. I said: pass the needle. [Final Chorus - 3:10 to 3:40] Puppet, puppet-no more strings, Snip 'em clean, watch me swing. High enough to float, low enough to fall- But I won't beg. Won't crawl. Puppet, puppet-cut me free, The doll's awake-he sees me. (Hook repeats-addictive, louder, glitch heavier) Puppet... puppet... puppet... (echo fades, but last word lingers: free) [Outro - 3:40 to 4:00] Silence. Then-one final glass shatter, distant. Heartbeat stops. Breath. You're not a doll. You're done.

Puppet 013

 Lyrics  [Intro] [Reversed audio layers fade in: whispers of "white static... bones black... fear lingering..." echoing backwards, slow cinematic tension rising with hypnotic deep bass drones and eerie ambient swells. Slow tempo, moody drama unfolding.]  [Verse 1] White static reality, flickering so cold and dead, Bones black as incinerated ash, crumbling in my head. Fear... the fear is lingering, clawing at the soul, Run... run to the void, where emptiness takes hold. Singular voided shelter, for the purpose that's ahead, Laying in the silence, where echoes breed dread.  [Pre-Chorus] Emotions reverse, from reaction to fire, Merging with liquid inspiration, burning higher and higher. Chemical spill in the veins, toxic blood starts to boil, Pool of life turns poison, breath choked in the coil. [Haunting whispers layer in: "Drowning... intoxicating... distorting..."]  [Chorus] So cold in the audio, drowning in visual high, Begging for euphoria, but it's a toxic lie. Once free, it intoxicates, distorts the world we see, Functioning fantasy, haunting eternity. Vomiting the tragedy, purging the endless feed, Words like spells expelled, spreading plague at speed. [Hypnotic layers build, intense and addictive, with post-rock swells creeping in.]  [Verse 2] Visuals leak to the mind's gut, twisting in the dark, Eternal consumption purged, igniting the spark. Casting spells in ages lost, against nations asleep, Agony behind them, pulses captured deep. Repeating the ritual, dry heaving in rigged chains, Laughing mute in flames, inscribing muse's refrains. [Bridge] Coded webs released, hurricane of hellfire rain, Acid tears engrave the tongue, driving insane. Consciousness in frenzy, fury and mystic art, Passing ecstasy's land, tearing worlds apart. [Reversed audio layers intensify, cinematic tension with moody drama, slow to mid-tempo build.]  [Chorus] So cold in the audio, drowning in visual high, Begging for euphoria, but it's a toxic lie. Once free, it intoxicates, distorts the world we see, Functioning fantasy, haunting eternity. Vomiting the tragedy, purging the endless feed, Words like spells expelled, spreading plague at speed. [Industrial dubstep break drops: dark extreme intense, big kick for chest startle, distorted monotone roars, eerie haunting whispers weaving through.] [Outro]  Expelling incantations, blending in the storm, Infused in wood and clay, preserved in eternal form. Thoughts melt to emotions, coagulate the haunt, Reconstructing memories, mankind's ghostly taunt. Hide the skills in empty boxes, before progression claims, Trance-embedded artist breaks the blind oracle's games. Seal it in the minds, for those who dare indulge, Expression of the divine, in art's savage bulge. [Deep and distorted grunge riffs fade out with hypnotic layers, addictive eerie dark ambient whispers reversing into silence: "So cold... fear lingering... divine..."]  
 2025 Echo's N Melankholyia Lyrics By: Nexus Khimera . All Rights Reserved. 

Haunting Eternity

Fuck me like a whore,  

 You know its what I'm use to,  

 I just want to feel love, even if it hurts me, 

 Trapped in a hole but I can still see myself

 Wrap me in the thrill I fuck wish I was killed,

 Fuck me like you hate me, 

your my fucking disease, 

The time is running past,

 time means nothing to me, 

 Give me drugs,

 I don't want to feel me in you, 

so sick, so fucked over, 

I want everything I can get when love means nothing, 

 But I don't want you, 

I have to taste the destruction,

 you did to me,

 it's a hate that consumed me, 

 you make me sick as I could be,

  Vomiting up the thoughts of you,

 cutting out the parts of me,

 but I still taste them today,

 I wanted to kill myself every time we fucked,

  You used me like a toy you put me through hell and I couldn't leave love was violence,

 every hit was depravity,

   I can't feel love now unless I get fucked,

 I don't want to die alone, 

 you ripped my heart out,

  It's already sick with promises,

 I'm done with it,

 I have to relearn everything,



GIvE mE dRugS #2

A place where light can hide, intrusive thoughts of suicide and a deep love  

The soul that was ripped apart, I hold in this vessel dreaming,

 For all my Scars and burns that run deep over my veins I must confide,

So my sights so empty I can only feel of moments that breathe, 

 So the edge of this knife, 

Cuts out the parts of the damage I hold, I pray to god they die with me,

Which I can not find relief, from the nightmares that rape my mind,

 Hollowing out myself, 

Just to walk among the living,

Disconnected, shapeshifting, wearing a mask of many smiles with blacked marble gloss eyes,

But underneath that mask 
Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spiting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death
Is the mask of the dead child , 

Now the man transformed into the chameleon  of flowers to the beholder,

  The child that was once my inner self ,  

That's been lobotomized, from the hands of the adversaries, 

For every time you screamed at me, for every time you beat me,

To the false feeling of love being used when you got to close to me,

Just to be ripped away by the infidelity but thankful you where destroyed ,  

 For I lived through a waking hell, 

From being tortured continually abandoned looking for love in the abusive void, 

Used sexually like a doll in a barless cage,

 A torment enduring the shame of feeling anything at all

The shame of having emotions,

 That bleed all over the floor, from the loss of my innocents,

Cradled deep below inside the dawn of my memory ,

I find myself crying to the sounds of the breaking morning,

As sleep is the enemy I must reflect on this,

Shattered like a church window,

The glass that is as stained as my soul 

Fractured but not lost forever

I one day will be whole  

Even if the pieces don't fit perfectly,   




SuiCidAl PoPpy #1

Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spitting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death

DrOwN Me #00

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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.
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