Bare flickers in the black cathedral  
Heartbeat lost 

I wander corridors of shattered mind  
Stained windows weep with neon lies  
The city’s breath becomes a coffin sigh  
Under blackened skies, I find my grief  

In echoing halls of my hollow frame  
I taste the collapse, I feel the flame  

I’m crawling through the void 
A ghost beneath the surface
The shadows raise their anthem 
And I drown in chaos, blind to the light  

Broken mirrors cast my fallen shape  
The silence reverberates, I can’t escape  

The towers crumble inside my head  
Ash-dust memories beneath broken tread  
A tremor in the veins of a dying world  
My soul unravels where the darkness curls  

I’m crawling through the void 
A ghost beneath the surface
The shadows raise their anthem 
And I drown in chaos, blind to the light  

In the ruins I chant the last refrain  
Echoes fade into the void again  

Crawling through the void

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.

Crawling through the void

Terminalose