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)



Something perfect about this poem by Henna Johansdotter over at
Check it out, and check out her awesome blog!


HJD writes

I spent this year as a ringed bird
recording each place i went to
with metal wires around my thighs
another discovery, another shackle
a place I couldn’t go
in August I returned
to erase every step
reclaiming the map
while you
keep searching
the routes where I
once needed you
I’m learning to
walk through mountains
and should you one day
decide to follow
I’ll leave you a red cotton reel
next to my seal of farewell
so you may count every inch
of a life wasted
haunting ghosts

This piece of mine was published on Free Verse Revolution as a part of the theme “Redemption”! ❤

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Help Your Reader Connect!

Another awesome and useful writing post by Jan over at ‘writingyourfirstnovelblog’!

Writing your first novel-Things you should know

500-words_TestI just read through and edited my novel for God knows the number of times, I’ve lost count. That’s a problem in itself. I should be more efficient and effective with my time, but I’ll save that issue for another blog.

While my work is grammatically and structurally sound, the scenes flow, and there are no obvious plot holes, something’s missing, and I need to figure out what it is.

I followed all the rules, but it takes more than rules to pump up that novel and make it interesting enough for someone to want to purchase. You need to cover all of the basis, not just the technical ones.

I went back and did something I haven’t done in six months. I hate to confess, but I haven’t been reading. I love historical romances and have at least twenty sitting on a shelf that I haven’t read. Why? I…

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Maze runner

Love this poem from thedarkestfairytale!

The Darkest Fairytale

There are rooms
in my mind,
If you open the doors
Don’t be afraid
Of what you’ll find.
Some are beautiful
Others you’ll fear,
If they’re dark
I bring flowers here.
Don’t go in the closets
They can get messy,
Find the secret rooms
There’s not that many.
You don’t need an invite
There is no key,
It’s an open maze
To experience me.


via Maze runner

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A piece of me lives in you

We are, after all, just broken little children



The night is long.


A piece of my darkness is bleeding away

I am, after all, just a broken soul



Life if futile suffering.


I want to take all these pieces from you

Give them to me



Pain is not meant for you.




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Update: June 28th

Hello dear readers, and passerby’s that have stopped to gawk, as you may have noticed I like to give you updates every once in a while. A sort of pulling the curtain back to glimpse at the wizard. Isn’t that what we writers are? Silent wizards, waiting to burst onto the scene and start making cows fly and houses get sucked up into tornadoes (yes I know the wizard didn’t do that in the book). So here’s what I’ve been up to:

I’ve finally finished a short story I’ve been working on since last year, which has simultaneously been driving me nuts and sucking the life force out of my writer soul. Now I can edit it, which is a lot easier. This story is the second to last story for my upcoming book of short stories ‘Pain slut’. This last story shouldn’t give me half as much trouble (said every writer as they rode towards a flaming dragon of a story).

I may have not been able to finish that story quickly, but I did write a shit-load of other short stories while I was agonizing over it. I managed to edit and send one out for an anthology called ‘blood in the rain’. They may perhaps let me know by the end of July. I’ve also managed some flash-fiction for Circlet press. They do erotica for geeks, so I should fit right in. : D Some editing and my story will be ready to go.

The last thing I’m getting ready to dive into is (fingers crossed) my last edit of the lengthy first novel ‘Blackwater Witch’.

A hearty thanks to all who have put up with my relative silence, and come back again and again to my blog despite it. I hope I will be able to please you thoroughly with my lurid and vivid imagination. That’s the dream after all!


Sending you all light and hope for tomorrow,