Silence in the house, echoes of names,
Nothing will ever sound the same.

Silence after screams, the house went cold,
Every room a grave, every memory bold.
My head collapsed under names I can’t say,
Grief like a hammer that won’t go away.

Three coffins in months, my bloodline erased,
I stared at the earth, numb, displaced.
I don’t know how my heart still beats,
Buried in losses I can’t defeat.

When my mother died, it shattered me.
Three months later, my stepfather died—it shut me down.
Two months later, my brother died—I lost the ground beneath me.
And the darkness pulled me under.

I tore through silence like broken glass,
Brain in ruins, no future, no past.
Every thought a blade against my skull,
Madness screaming, the void is full.

When my mother died, it shattered me.
Three months later, my stepfather died—it shut me down.
Two months later, my brother died—I lost the ground beneath me.
And the darkness pulled me under.

I found my voice again through sound,
Music lifts me from the ground.
Twenty songs a day to stay alive,
So I don’t fall where the shadows thrive.

When my mother died, it shattered me.
Three months later, my stepfather died—it shut me down.
Two months later, my brother died—I lost the ground beneath me.
And the darkness pulled me under.

I’m still breathing, still singing loud,
Building life from beneath the shroud.

Twenty songs a day to stay alive

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.

Twenty songs a day to stay alive

Terminalose