Burying weight gathers slowly until my chest turns cold
Every regret settles deep like silt in sinking lungs
Shadows of choices crowd tight against the walls of my head
Old habits grow branches that scrape the insides of my mind
I feel the ground rising up as if it wants to keep me here

All of my thoughts fold inward like broken metal plates
I see the shape of someone I tried to be falling apart
Nothing I touch lives long enough to come back clean
Every step I make sinks further into the dark below

Down in myself
Losing the light
I want to rise
But nothing lets me

Stones from my past keep piling until I cannot move
Fire in my nerves burns out every taste I used to know
I have been the one who carved the scars I drag today
I keep swallowing silence that never learns to fade

Down in myself
Losing the light
I want to rise
But nothing lets me

Sand from old mistakes falls steady across my chest
Memories bloom twisted in the places hope once lived
Everything I carried turns into roots around my spine
I want the world to open but it tightens when I breathe
Holding these fragile remnants that crumble in my hands
Waiting for the last collapse to bury what I used to be

Down in myself
Losing the light
I want to rise
But nothing lets me

I sink again
No way out

Down in myself

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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