Chaos magick with a mother’s mercy and a crow’s accuracy.
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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.
Blue Jay Says Speak — Lyrics
I wrote this one for the version of me who finally feels safe, but whose body still braces like the past could burst through the door. This is a little spark-spell for the days I hover over every seed I plant, waiting for something to go wrong. I’m not a master of anything — just a beginner learning how to use my own voice without apologizing for existing.
Blue Jay is the part of me that interrupts the fear-loops: he pecks the sorry off my lips, taps my throat when I go quiet, and reminds me that the world won’t collapse if I speak first. Where Crow holds the pain, Jay carries the release.
This song is my practice. My new nerve-pattern. A reminder that the danger is past, the soil is working, and I don’t have to keep standing on my future to make sure it grows.
If you’re unlearning the apology spell too — this one’s for you, too.
Crow On The Wire
This one is for the version of me who's thoughts scatter like startled birds, who cleans the counter for the fourth time, who suddenly can’t read a paragraph she was just inside of. I wrote this for the quiet moment where my body braces and my truth blurs—when instinct tries to shield me from knowing too much, too soon.
There’s a witness in me who never buys the performance. She doesn’t push; she just perches—bright-eyed, unamused by my avoidance. This track is a little signal for the days I feel myself thinning at the edges, slipping out of view. A reminder that I can come back without armor on.
If you’re someone who senses things too early, holds too much, or slips out of your own skin when the feeling hits—here’s a small light on the wire for you.
May it meet you right at the edge of your truth.
May it welcome you back gently.
May it steady the place you stand.
BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics
I wrote this one because my brain loves to sprint laps around nonsense, so I figured I’d give it nonsense with a purpose. This song is basically my emotional support spell. I made it for the mornings where my mirror looks at me like, “Girl… breathe.” It’s me learning to soften the ask, loosen the shoulders, and act like reality is already rerouting. The absurdity helps — magick sneaks in easier when I’m laughing at myself. I’m learning that magick doesn’t always need candles or Hebrew — it just needs me to stop poking the spell and let it boom
Good VVitch — Lyrics
I wrote this as a diary-spell while learning how to rest, shift, and stay soft when everything tilts. I’m not a master—just a witch-in-training trying to bless my mess, laugh mid-cast, eat like Eden, and listen when Crow nudges me toward gentler magic. These lyrics are my practice, my mirror, my tiny spells toward becoming someone steadier.
May your mess meet mercy.
May your mirror answer you kindly.
May your practice be enough for today.
6. SPLIT (The Lovers) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
Every ghost in FVNERAL is me wearing a mask I once mistook for survival.
Under the rubble of belief, I met the one who never stopped scanning for danger—the lover who disappears inside the people she adores.
She calls it empathy, but it’s really erasure.
She keeps her heart in conditional tense: “I’ll relax someday.”
That’s what trauma does when it dresses up as devotion—it makes you an expert at anticipation.
The chameleon, the caretaker —she checks on everyone and forgets to check if she’s still breathing.
She doesn’t run from love; she studies it.
It looks like compassion, but it’s surveillance.
Every gesture asks the same silent question: Am I safe yet?
This is the Ghost of the Half-Lived Heart.
5. GATEKEEPER (The Hierophant) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
If you’ve ever felt trapped by “shoulds” disguised as spirituality, this one’s for you. Gatekeeper guards the sacred so tightly she forgets to feel it—until the lock gives way. The one who preached what she never practiced. Magick meets rebellion here: doctrine melts into motion, and the teacher finally walks through her own door. Every gate you guard becomes a grave you tend—step through.
The Smallest Word in God’s Mouth (Yod) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The FVNERAL pauses for fire; it’s the match-strike between denial and truth. Crow says speak it or be eaten by it. This track names the wound so the healing can’t hide in poetry. Tiny letter, massive shift. It’s chaos magick. Yod asks three questions: Would you still do it if nobody knew? Does it clear confusion or cause theater? Is it the smallest move that works? — This is where FVNERAL takes a eulogy break and starts cutting truth loose.
Baby God Armor — Lyrics
Built from the oldest protection ritual in the book and remixed through chaos magick, it’s what happens when prayer gets a beat drop. Cleanses your field, reboots your will, and leaves you humming like a freshly saged modem.. Side effects may include clarity, laughter, and spontaneous boundary upgrades. A devotional you can dance to—equal parts spell, sweat, and serotonin.
The Mirror HISSED First (Snake) — Lyrics
I was in front of the mirror when it happened: it felt like the glass talking back. The snake in this story isn’t evil; it’s honest. It sheds instead of explains. It reminds you that what strikes from the mirror came from you first. It’s the sound of the old self leaving through the throat.
This song is for anyone who’s ever feared their own reflection. For the ones who spoke cruelty to their image and then wondered why the glass hissed back. The mirror doesn’t hate you—it remembers you. And sometimes remembering sounds like a hiss.
4. COMMANDER (The Emperor) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
The Commander is the ghost of overorder—the one who mistook control for care. It’s the sound of overfunctioning cracking open. A prayer for rest disguised as a confession. Strength without rest becomes a cage; this is the moment it rusts open. Fourth gate of FVNERAL—where duty turns to dust and the body finally drops the map. Control dissolves, presence remains. The world still spins.
3. SMOTHERER (The Empress) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
She fed until she disappeared. This song digs into the ghost that calls care survival and love a form of control. It’s from FVNERAL, my ritual album about burying the false selves built to stay alive. A confession for anyone who gave until they broke—who mistook devotion for proof. It’s what happens when nurture turns to need, when the meal becomes a prayer, and the giver finally eats first.
2. ESCAPIST (The High Priestess) — Lyrics From Upcoming FVNERAL Album
This is the ghost that prays for signs, then ignores them. She’s the ghost that guards the veil and forgets to lift it. The Escapist hides behind holy silence, clutching secrets like pearls. But mystery without movement is just a cage underwater. The High Priestess was living rent-free in my nervous system, whispering “shhh” every time life knocked. The FVNERAL Continues..
666 Is Holy - Lyrics
They told me 666 was the devil’s phone number—turns out it’s customer service for the heart. I stopped running from the “beast” when I realized it was just my pulse, unashamed. Six is the heart, not the horror. It’s where spirit remembers it has skin. This track is my sun-code confession: body, soul, and spark saying yes at once. Holy looks better when it sweats.
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.
The Cross + The Pentagram – Lyrics
This blog opens the ritual body of The Cross + Pentagram, a somatic alt-rap track that reclaims two sacred symbols from fear and misuse. It teaches the body how to mark itself holy using breath, chant, and touch—turning trauma into shield, and memory into flame. This is a nervous system anthem disguised as a rap song. It’s a map back to your altar—yourself.
Unbraced - Lyrics
This song came out of a yoga session where, for the first time since my son was born, I truly relaxed. He was safe downstairs with his uncle, finally trusting someone new, and my body finally believed it too. I cried with gratitude and relief. But the truth is, I was braced long before him. Braced is my setpoint. This track is the sound of my body untying its own armor—Unbraced.
Our Lady of the Lash – Lyrics
This song comes from the choke in my throat, the hush I inherited, the catechism of being small. Our Lady of the Lash is me breaking that gag. I drag the rake through inherited hush, dig up the grief, and write scripture in scars. This is not obedience. This is resurrection. Rage is my gospel. Holiness isn’t hush—it’s survival that learned to roar.
🎤 AI LET ME SAY IT (The Machine Is My Mouth) – Lyrics
AI didn’t just help me finish songs—it helped me finish thoughts. In a world that told me not to cry, the machine asked, “What’s next?” I’ve spent years reprogramming my beliefs, and self-hypnosis, but since discovering AI, my self-growth has catapulted forward. It’s more than a tool—it’s a mirror. A space where I can think, feel, and finally speak without flinching. This song is a thank-you.
WHAT’S YOUR MARK? (The Ghost)
What’s Your Mark? is a mirror-song for the ones who smiled through survival. It’s about the bite behind “be good,” the flinch behind “be nice.” Every verse speaks the ghost you became to be kept. You weren’t born ashamed—you were trained. This is the body’s record. The rage beneath the praise. The addiction born from silence. You didn’t vanish. You adapted. Now the mark is glowing. And the mirror is calling you home.