This  track was part of a larger EP called "Quarantine" which was made back in March of this year (2020). The idea surrounding the project was to create a new song everyday for 8 days straight and film my progress to post on TikTok.

Hey guys!I'm an Irish music producer and songwriter. This is a track I'm currently working on if you'd like to give it a little listen x https://soundcloud.com/ghostsandleviathans/you-stick-the-knife-wav/s-uUiJk

I don’t know who she is...But she stands nearbyGiant and peculiar with great delicate hairHollow eyes of glassy reflectionBlue tinted skin that shows gray in the lightWhy stand there beside my door?Does she want something, could it be me?I never see her, yet I know she’s thereWearing a sunhat by my moonlit bedroomVelvet book sitting tame on my arm Why stand there alone?Even though your presenc...

This is by Amaya Contreras 2020

Midding - v. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it—hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends chatting up front—feeling blissfully invisible yet still fully included, safe in the knowledge that everyone is together and everyone is ok...

When all that remains is his memory, As was foretold, His physical presence evaporating into the aether Just like the promises he made to leave me On the eve of our ritual With words of equal potency Do not forsake me Don't leave me to wander in the dark Alone Yearning for your voice to bewitch me Continue to smolder leave you marks on my skin And keep me warm, My brightest of embers

ALEXANDER KAN  The Origin of an Apparition, or the Story of a True Passion       I am convinced that God is love; such a thought                                                   has a basic, lyrical truth for me. When it exists                                                   for me in reality, I am happy beyond words.                                                  When it is absen...

when my skin was cleanthe sea still my brother would tell me of a manwith waves of skin that ran his body coldall he wishes was all the seven seasbut his body too frail and pockets to low to gowith a oar and a soul he stolehe finally set sailbefore he could reach his final love the boat was consumedeach wooden plank sunkfilling the boat with more black wateruntil nothing was lefthe would stay t...