✨ Daughters of the Dust — A Hymn for the Forgotten Witches

✨ Daughters of the Dust — A Hymn for the Forgotten Witches

There are songs that whisper.There are songs that bleed.And then there are songs that remember. “Daughters of the Dust” was born from that ancient ache — the echo of women who were silenced, burned, buried, and yet never truly gone. It’s a song wrapped in smoke and salt, written for the ones whose stories were erased but whose names still hum beneath our feet. Rooted in the traditions of dark folk and occult Americana, this piece is less a performance and more a resurrection. Every verse unearths a layer of history — mothers who spoke in roots and smoke, daughters…
🔥 KINK: The Gospel of Power, Pleasure, and Perfect Control

🔥 KINK: The Gospel of Power, Pleasure, and Perfect Control

Let’s be clear — “KINK” isn’t a song. It’s an experience. It’s the sound of heels clicking on marble like a war drum. It’s a smirk in a mirror that knows it owns the room. It’s the moment confidence turns carnal and control becomes couture. When I wrote this track, I wanted to capture what power feels like — not the kind they hand you, but the kind you take. The one that lives between breath and command, silk and steel. It’s not about shock; it’s about sovereignty. 💋 Why I Wrote It I have friends (and let’s be honest,…
🧠 The Debugging Hour: Loops, Logic, and Late-Night Legends

🧠 The Debugging Hour: Loops, Logic, and Late-Night Legends

There’s a certain kind of magic that happens at 2 a.m. — when the only light in the room is your monitor, the caffeine’s kicking in, and your code finally runs without breaking. That’s the moment The Debugging Hour was born. This album isn’t just background noise — it’s a vibe check for creators who live in syntax and sound. It’s for the ones who build worlds from nothing, chase down one missing semicolon for hours, and still have the audacity to say “one more commit before bed.” I wrote this for my friends — the coders, devs, and designers…
🐍 Serpentine: Shedding Skins, Owning Crowns, and Serving Venom

🐍 Serpentine: Shedding Skins, Owning Crowns, and Serving Venom

There’s something delicious about reinvention. About taking every scar, every whispered rumor, every time someone told you “you’ve changed” — and replying, “yes, darling, that was the point.” “Serpentine” is that moment in musical form. It’s the rebirth after the burn. The holy hiss in the dark that says, I am no longer who you made me — I am who I decided to be. I wrote this song from a place of transformation — that in-between space where power feels dangerous but necessary. It’s about shedding your old self, your old name, and maybe a few toxic people along…