Mayhem's Prodigy
The strength of strings
I know the body you wear so well
it was once my own: castrating hell.
To its end and its beginning
This song is part of a wider project called Silhouette In Shadow. I’ve had the Muse walk with me this week, it’s been an incredible creative journey; so there’s been a fair mix of story writing and music creation — which has me stoked. I’m on fire. So I will be dividing my time with being creative at home while popping up for air with my presence in Substack. So it will be exciting to catch up on stories my friends have written, that I have missed out on. So a little about the song: it’s punky, raw: Industrial Dark-wave.
Mayhem
Tortured souls existing out of time and here we are committing love crimes I look at you with fear in my eyes I look at you as I dance the fire in my heart. Obsidian eyes flecked with gold young at heart wearing an old soul I know the body you wear so well it was once my own castrating hell. Porcelain eyes and demonic smiles a fragile light with charm the captured captive and damned. Torn again to blood and ashes mayhem stirs in my soul and if I said I loved you would you let me go? Let me go now I dance with the fire I dance with desire
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It reads like something written from inside a storm rather than about one. The emotions don’t sit still long enough to be neat—they overlap, clash, and echo off each other. That makes it feel honest in a rough way, like the words are still warm from being lived, not polished for distance.
What sticks is how intimacy here doesn’t feel safe or soft—it feels consuming. Even love sounds like something that changes shape as you hold it, until you’re not sure where you end and it begins.
I can feel that energy through the screen! It’s awesome that the Muse is walking with you this week—there’s honestly no better feeling than being 'on fire' like that. It makes perfect sense to channel that into your projects and just pop into Substack when you need that break. I’m really looking forward to catching up on everything you’ve been creating while you were in that zone.
As for Mayhem—wow. Industrial Dark-wave fits this perfectly. The lyrics are visceral. I love how you start the song, and the way you build the rhythm with your voice—that 'aaa... hoo-hoo...' is hypnotic! And then, when your voice comes in with that echo... man, it’s an absolute orgasm for the ears!
The line 'Obsidian eyes flecked with gold, young at heart wearing an old soul' is such a powerful image, and the way you contrast that beauty with 'castrating hell' is brutal in the best way possible. It’s got that raw, desperate, punky energy that hits hard. The transition from 'mayhem stirs in my soul' to that desperate question 'if I said I loved you would you let me go?' really drives home that feeling of a 'captured captive'.
You’re really good at painting these dark, intricate portraits of love and destruction. Keep riding that creative wave, Miz!
Hats off 🤍