Chaos magick with a mother’s mercy and a crow’s accuracy.
(Scroll down for lyrics)
I love writing music because It shows me who I want to be, while showing who I’ve been.
This space is my grimoire in plain sight.
Mirror work, meltdown, magick — all braided into sound.
GORGEOUS was the first album, the scream, the first skin I shed.
This album comes with a trigger warning and lives in its own tab.
It covers sexual coercion, PTSD, abuse, and more.
FVNERAL is the burial: a double album with
27 tracks, 22 reversed Major Arcana Tarot Cards,
22 ghost burials of false selves I once needed to survive.
(still being written)
Between them, I write single release songs —
rage and trauma, mirror work, grief rituals, protection spells, and anti–people-pleasing anthems. Some are about parenting and trying not to pass the storm down. Some are about chronic pain, nervous systems, and teaching my body it’s finally safe. Others live in law of attraction, spirit animals, numerology, and body-based magick—spell-songs for the ones who feel too much and need somewhere to put it.
Everything here was written because I needed it.
If you’re reading, maybe something in here needs you too.
My songs are written by me (a Scorpio with too many journals) and sung through Suno.
The songs below are mirrors. Pick the one that stares back.
Crow watches the gate.
keep the light on.
1. MANIPULATOR (The Magician) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The second ghost still smiles while burning. They polish panic into charm, call control a kind of love. Every syllable’s armor, every silence a stage. But words can catch fire, and this is where they do. The Magician finally exhales, watching illusion melt from the mirror. Power softens. Breath returns. The FVNERAL keeps unfolding—ghost by ghost
0. HESITATOR (The Fool) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The ghost isn’t who hurt you. It’s the self that formed to survive it. The Hesitator is the Fool zipped into skin, stuck between spark and scream. This song is their autopsy — a breath caught mid-leap, a eulogy for the voice that stalled. It doesn’t beg to be healed. It begs to be named, buried, burned. The FVNERAL starts here. The others wait their turn.
Ripple - Lyrics
This one came through like thunder. I wrote it from the ribs, where the church and the wound both echo. “Ripple” isn’t about saving—it's about seeing. It’s Christ and the Devil, rage and breath, ash and gold. I’m not the map. I’m the quake. The scream. The mirror. The ripple. I wrote this to wake the holy in your hurt.