You taste like the fix I swear I’d quit
Slow burn under my skin
Your shadow hits harder than your hands
Pull me where I can’t begin

I take you in like medicine gone wrong
You linger sharp in my chest
Every lie you leave on my tongue
Feels sweeter than the rest

Drag me back
To the room we never clean
Break me black
With the comfort in your scream
Drag me back
I don’t want the light you bring
I want the part
That makes my heartbeat sting

Your whisper cuts deeper than your teeth
You bruise me soft like wine
I fall the moment you breathe
And crash where our poisons align

I know it’s wrong
But you fit where the damage belongs
I know it’s late
But I crave what I fear to taste

Drag me back
To the room we never clean
Break me black
With the comfort in your scream
Drag me back
I don’t want the light you bring
I want the part
That makes my heartbeat sting


Drag me back

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.

Drag me back

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