Mother of Sorrows EP (Album Release)

This album is experimental and very simple (vocals + bass guitar), but more than anything it was something that helped me get through some very dark times. The first track I wrote, heat, was short but packed with inescapable emotion. Practicing it, honing it, singing and playing it over and over not only gave me an escape but a channel for my emotions. My grief, sorrow,  anger and ptsd were all things I didn’t feel I could share with those around me, not wanting it to negatively effect them. Instead I wrote song after song, and ended up with this album.

I’ve only included some of the tracks (hence the EP), the ones that I felt were the best and most unique. They were also most representative of the story I was telling. My favorite track (the fool) comes at the end because of this, bringing a sort of closure to the plot, maybe even a slightly optimistic tone.

I hope that my pain speaks to others. You are not alone, that’s the hardest thing to figure out sometimes. Isolation is natural, hard to shake, but it is by no means necessary.

Please enjoy the lyrics and album art below!

Many Blessings,

Meno Silencio


Album Art and Lyrics/poetry


Original Cover Art:


Track 1: The Tower

The Tower



The heart beats slowly,

The heart beats fast

I am still

In this my coffin

The pain is crawling up my spine

Tearing out the connections


The heart beats still

The heart beats frantic

I cannot escape

This my coffin

I cannot wash away memories

Every neuron is soiled


The heart beats like deaths drum

The heart beats, drenched in hopelessness

You have created

This my coffin

The tower is burning

Sending hot ash into my eyes


The heart beats slowly

The heart beats faster

The heart beats slowly

The heart beats faster


I try to tear off my skin

I want to tear out my eyes

I want to die

But I fail



The heart beat slowly

The heart beats faster

The heart beat slowly

The heart beats faster




Track 2: Heat



The heat wells up from the earth

Touches my soul

And we burn

Like autumn

Like flame

Like fire


The earth is welling up

To take me home

Into its arms

Though I fear

It is calling


So shake my bones

Make me quiver

The earth is welling up

Burning like autumn

Like fire

Like flame


The earth is welling up

Destroying my fear

Burning my reason

Like autumn

Like fire

Like flame


I'll See You In Hell


Track 3: I’ll See You In Hell



The sky comes down

Takes your eyes

I am laughing

From the solar eclipse

Safe in the suns dying glare

Its tail is like a knife

The spine of a bleeding rose


Taste my blood on high

I send it down

Cutting my wrists on shards of the moon


The sky comes down

To engulf you

I am laughing

From the broken universe

Riding in the swirling stars

Their tails are like knives

The spines of bleeding roses


I’m biding you farewell

With cut fingers

Dripping sorrows blood

I have cut them grasping stars in my escape


The sky comes down

Upon you like a storm

I am laughing from the dust and debris

Safe in the universes womb

Its tail is like a knife

The spine of a bleeding rose


Protect the blood of my womb

From your touch

I have cut myself already

On fear and hopelessness


The sky comes down

Takes your eyes

Know my name

You have called me Nemo

In your own way

But I’ll see you in hell


The Fool


Track 4: The Fool



Got my sack in hand

Standing in the cosmic void

Edge of the universe


Saturn swings around my thumb

I miss home

Pluto is about my head

I miss breathing



Take me away

Take me anywhere but here]


Got a stick to fend off the wolves

Could I fend off my heart

Howling savage in the night


The milky way is my shroud

I miss your touch

I exhale the planetary dust

I want to live inside of you




Got the sun to my back

Stepping into the abyss

Edge of the universe

Don’t half mind


The planets align

I miss beginnings

The stars are all dust

All I have is lost time




Got my sack in hand

Standing in the cosmic void

Edge of the universe


Buy Links: Google Play, Amazon  (Also available on Shazam, Itunes and Deezer)



Speak a whisper to me

Soft on aural folds

My dreams are an orchestra

A rise and fall of melody

Ceasing into silence

Until I hear you, verbatim

Precious perfection

Still Writing, Not Editing

A stroke of the pen

Over virgin paper

It sighs and wriths

Lifts blank hips to receive pigment and life

I search between the delicate leaves

Find the core of a beautiful sheath

Begging me over and over to defile

With scrawling words

Until the paper is exhausted




It’d be a shame to stir it now

Excise words

And cruelly form and shape

So instead I sit back

Admire the curves and lines


There is always time later for editing


There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do

Offer flesh and bone

For a freedom

Integral to my skin

Why should I be denied?

But I’m used to unbridled desecration of my soul

I know you don’t care

And that leaves me a solitary shadow

A simple darkness

Alone until the great night falls, permanent and starless