Dirt drags me down again
As rot floods in me
This broken loop keeps pulling ing
I fall in slow ash

these dark wheels grind through me
Cycles twist hard around bones
The ground folds as I sink
Nothing holds me still

Cold gutters whisper down my path
Like rusted fists that drag me
Like blunt truth scars
Like spent lungs split
Grids tremble under weight

I trace the smear of every fall
It drags my breath out
Shadows press deep on my chest
I feel the seams split

I drift through the grime
And choke when old echoes rise
Spine bows under ruin
Flesh dims in cold glare

You stare like storms that never break
Like guilt that clings through every turn
Like rust scars spread
Like blunt steel truth
Like frail walls folding inwards

Cracked timbers sway beneath my feet
Like voices drowned in burning ing
Like doomed blood tides
Like torn light
Like raw wheels grinding inward

Storms that never break

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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