The Characterization of Me

I started making music December 16th 2025. I had no musical experience prior outside of some faint memories of piano and cello lessons as a child.
I found the need to express myself through music as another necessity to process myself in a manner intellectualiziation could no longer satisfy. Talking in circles about inter-generational pains and traumas built into me started to take its toll. The more I healed and grew the more I placed myself in their situations of despair.

The Transatlantic Slave Trade.
Different images and visions my mind forced me to experience, the fear, the hopelessness, the heat, the discomfort, all bred into me and muzzled. Generation after generation silencing themselves in hopes that they too will taste freedom and comfort.
1804, The Haitian Revolution. Only 4 generations removed from me. The fiery passion for freedom lit ablaze and was sought for and in consequence humiliation by their opressors. Every individual still stands strong in the manufactured hell we all share.

The hell.demo

My first project voicing the lineage of the suppressed within me. The character of Alexander is born. Digitized everything is pressed within him at once, all of his history, all of the pain, all of the suffering. It is too much. And cannot be understood to its fullest.

Is this the world that I am born into? Manufactured pain, suffering, disparities. Atrocities forgotten and cast aside for another? Why?

All is suppressed, and must be understood one by one.

My Winter Diary

Any emotion that is suppressed tends to manifest itself back in some form of negativity. Frozen and dazed by all that is within him he talks himself through the realities that he is faced with.
A recognition that what is within must be exercised out.
A recognition that this burrowed misfortune comes from a place with no known origin, the past is the prison of the mind.
A recognition of the newest pains and sufferings incurred, that continue to add to this misfortune and misery.
And the opening scream of release.

You don’t want to live again my friend

hell is all that waits for you in the end

don’t come here again

don’t come here again

flame and ash I see I cant see my end

I live again

I live again

again

again

again

Chronicles of the Damned

Our latest chapter of expression, unsuppressed we see Alexander give in to all that was felt at the end of winter. Unable to vocalize anything any longer. Everything is worn on his face. Was it all too much? Not knowing what to do with the horrid hellish future before him he goes back to the one thing he knows. His past, where death lay waiting. Of all that was suppressed has he forgotten what even love sounds and feels like? Before the slurry of screams are forced down our ears only one thing is said.

Is this what love sounds like?

This chapter reveals a mysterious other, who mourns the death of our main character. But in such a digitized hellscape death is never permanent.

How will he live again?