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Convergence
A concept-driven descent-and-integration record about invisible suffering, shame, and the fractured self slowly being named and faced. The songs move through dissociation and silence into a central turning point where the shadow is no longer the enemy
6 tracks • EP · Min $5.00 · published
Tracklist
Something’s missing. Not gone — just… fading. Like light through dust. No one asks. No one looks. I don’t bleed. So they don’t see. I sleep. The ache is quiet. It has no name. It takes my shape. I used to know the sound of joy. It fades behind the door. Now every sound is empty breath, That dies and comes once more. There’s no cure for what I feel, No wound to show, or to heal. I’m still here — or what remains. A shadow whispering my name. I’ve become a window. My thoughts fall through. The mirror stares, But never moves. I tried to speak — the sound dissolved. Like smoke inside the air. I tried to scream — the void replied, With silence everywhere. Silence waits. Silence breathes. Silence stays. There’s no cure, no saving grace. The sickness hides behind my face. No blood, no pain, no visible plea — It just takes... all of me. The light is gone... The hum remains... This quiet... Has my name.
The world was whole before the sound, A home where I thought I belonged. Then laughter cracked the picture frame— Innocence fled and the darkness came. Their voices sweet with borrowed spite, They told the tale behind my name. The truth revealed to coil and bite— It's venom drowned the world in shame. A whisper bloomed behind my eyes, It spoke my name, it wore my skin. It told me all love was a lie, If the truth begins in sin. Although she tried to hide the lie, I saw the sorrow behind her eyes. A hollow echo of what had been, A nightmare that can’t be unseen. I am the wound that wears a name, An echo beneath blackened skies. No hands can wash this stain from me— I am the proof that love’s a sin. The whisper said no one would care; My absence would set them free. My pulse became a ticking prayer, The dark leaned close to answer me. Then thunder cracked; the silence stayed; The attempt was made, but I remain. Calm returned — the cold, the curse; Still condemned to bear the stain. Life collapsed, devoured within, A vortex born of loathing’s spin. I chased the high to feel the fall, To prove I ever lived at all. The voice returns, a broken hymn, It hums the names I used to be. I stare into the glass again— The cursed ghost looks back at me. Although the past still haunts my name, The echoes fade beneath an ashen sky. No hands can wash this stain from me— But still, I breathe, and still, I try. I am the wound that wears a name, The sum of all I’ve lost and been. No light can cleanse what made me live— Yet in the dark, I’m whole again. The vortex fades, its ire spent, The smoke now drifts where dreams begin. If peace won’t come, then let it lie— I’ve learned to breathe the dark within.