Moonlight Dreams

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It’s tender, ethereal, and comforting — like a whispered embrace in the dark.

In the Spotlight

A hidden current beyond time, flowing against the darkness. “The River of Light” is a journey of spirit, mystery, and trans✨ If this resonates with you, share it and let the river flow.

🎵 The River of Light & Soul

🧨I gave you my hours / You gave me your weight
Now I’m crawling through the wreckage / Of every yesterday
You said it was love, but it felt like a job
Clocked in every morning, just praying you'd stop
You drained me dry, like a desert in June
Now I’m burnt out, broke down, howlin’ at the moon
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m exhausted—every nerve’s been frayed
Worn out like denim that’s been dragged through the rain
Spent all my spark on your cold little flame
Now I’m weary, and you don’t even know my name
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
You called it passion, I called it pain
You played your part, I took the blame
Burned out, bruised, and emotionally strained
Fatigued from the fight, but still stuck in the game
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
Every word you said was a weight on my name
I gave you rhythm, you gave me rust
Now I’m screaming through the static—just give me back my trust
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
I’m not tired—I’m done.
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You.... lit....... the fuse.......


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(Verse 1)
There’s a hum behind the ceiling fan,
A song no one remembers how to end.
The air tastes like old porcelain,
And the walls pretend they’re friends.

(Pre-Chorus)
I stitched the curtains to the dusk,
So morning wouldn’t find me out.
Every clock here keeps its trust —
They never make a sound.

(Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Nowhere to run, just circles tighter.
Lights flicker slow — they never warn us,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.

(Verse 2)
There’s a chair that’s learned my shape,
It holds me better than my name.
The flowers dried, but stayed in bloom —
They know the art of looking sane.

(Pre-Chorus)
I write letters I’ll never send,
Seal them with the same old sigh.
Even shadows start to blend,
When you stop asking why.

(Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Nowhere to run, just circles tighter.
Lights flicker slow — they never warn us,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.

(Bridge)
If I spoke, the air might break —
So I hum through the static instead.
Even silence has its ache,
It just hums a note inside my head.

(Final Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Where echoes dream and time grows lighter.
Lights flicker soft, the dark adorns us,
I fade, I fade — but feel brighter.

A little quieter

KETA – 14 October 2025 — Diary Entry:

The bass began to breathe before I did.
A low vibration, slow and kind — like the heart reminding me I’m still here.
I didn’t write this song to learn something new.
I wrote it to remember what I already know.

That learning isn’t a task. It’s resonance.
It happens when I listen without fear,
when I let the sound move through me instead of trying to own it.
Each note became a small awakening,
each silence a homecoming.

“I am not dependent — I am connected.”
It’s not a statement. It’s a pulse.
And when the last tone fades,
I can still hear it inside my ribs.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.

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I Learn Because I Vibrate

KETA – 14 October 2025 — Diary Entry:
I didn’t plan the third one.
It just appeared — like a breath I forgot to exhale.
The room was still. The sea was somewhere inside the piano.
Each note came back as light. Each silence stayed.

There was no beginning this time, no pulse to find.
Only the soft rhythm of what already is —
the shimmer between skin and memory,
the way blue remembers me when I stop asking.

Love me once, love me twice, love me thrice —
and the sound keeps breathing without me.
It is calm. Infinite. Awake.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology.
© 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

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