Starchild began as a poem from my anthology Before the Day Kills the Night. I didn’t plan to make it a song — it just kept returning, like something unfinished. It carried both darkness and tenderness, and it mirrored the way I see the world. This December, it becomes my first song — a translation of exile into sound.

Science, for all its brilliance, is not the author of existence. It is the scribe. It does not create the sun—it explains its fire.

Nightfall has always held a kind of forbidden allure, a promise that the darkness will reveal what daylight conceals. In Before The Day Kills The Night, each poem is a descent—a whispered invitation into a world where the undead roam, where sinners survive their torment, and where love blurs the line between angels and demons. In this video, I read seven poems that peel back the veil between our world and the shadows beyond.

Title: Before The Day Kills The Night:

This haunting poetry collection is a hymn to eternal youth and the underworld, exploring the darkest corners of our minds and the beast that resides within us. Each poem is a midnight serenade to the wild, untamed recesses of the psyche, the luminous enchantment of the moon, and the unbridled madness that both frightens and fascinates. Here, the lunatics, the sinners, and the criminals dance in the same pale moonlight. Embrace the night and its eternal residents, as they articulate the silent howl of our inner beasts. This book is a portal to a world where even the damned can find a semblance of sanctity. It’s a poetry collection dedicated to darkness, where every line is a whisper from the abyss, asking us to find beauty in the places we dare not look.