Door slams shut — I still hear your name.

Walls are bare where our posters hung,
Every word still cuts my tongue.
Echoes drip from your old perfume,
Bedroom’s now a broken tomb.

I tell myself I’m fine tonight,
But your ghost still flickers in the light.

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

Crowded halls and whispered lies,
Every glance just amplifies.
Crumbled notes still smell like pain,
Every line repeats your name.

I tell myself I’m fine tonight,
But every truth still cuts like knives.

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

Saturday lights, flicker then fade,
Every song’s the mess we made.
Plastic dreams, cracked phones,
Now this house feels like a grave.

Call me bitter, call me fake,
All I give is all you take!
Paint my wounds, they shine in red,
Every color I loved is dead!

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear,
You tore me down, I’m drowning here.
Scars of my youth still burn and peel,
I’m screaming loud — you never feel.

You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…

Don’t disappear (Emo Rock reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #Post‑Hardcore Emo