Haunted By Her Shadows drifts like smoke through a midnight alley—slow, brooding jazz chords wrapped in ghostly whispers. The track tells the story of a man lost in obsession, hearing her voice in the wind and chasing silhouettes that fade as quickly as they appear. Every note is heavy with longing and unease, the rhythm walking like footsteps that may or may not be his own. A haunting mix of passion and paranoia, it’s a love song turned phantom—where memory, desire, and madness blur into shadows that never let go.

HAUNTED BY HER SHADOWS

[Verse 1]
I walk the streets at midnight
Chasing her name
Her voice in the wind
It’s driving me insane
A silhouette in the window
It fades when I stare
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It’s more than I can bear

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Verse 2]
The rain whispers secrets
It sounds like her laugh
Every step I take
It’s like retracing her path
The scent of her perfume lingers in the air
But when I reach for her
There’s nothing there

[Pre-chorus]
I hear her footsteps
But I know they’re mine
I’m lost in the echo of borrowed time

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Bridge]
I’m chasing the phantom of what we used to be
Her laughter
Her whispers
They won’t set me free
A flicker of light
A trick of the eye
But it’s always her shadow
Saying goodbye

Haunted By Her Shadows

Hey Sin

my dear darlin

Straight Through My Heart

The song title says it all, well almost all. The complete sentence is "Regrets serve no good if no lesson's understood." It's a dreamy dream pop tune but with a message many people could benefit from...not you of course.

Forget Regrets

Destiny

Sensors blink where shadows used to hide  
Drones sweep the alleys with a silent glide  
My pulse is logged, my steps inline  
I feel a trace burned in my spine  

Trace every heartbeat, map my breath  
In the city’s code I vanish to death  
Trace my silence, track my fear  
Surveillance 2025 breathing in my ear  

Faceless watchers in algorithmic sway  
Predict my thoughts before I say  
Screens flicker names I’ve never known  
In this wired solitude, I walk alone  

Trace every heartbeat, map my breath  
In the city’s code I vanish to death  
Trace my silence, track my fear  
Surveillance 2025 breathing in my ear  

Trace the night as it scans my soul  
I fade to static in full control  
every heartbeat
my breath  
my fear  
my ear  

Trace every heartbeat, map my breath  
In the city’s code I vanish to death  
Trace my silence, track my fear  
Surveillance 2025 breathing in my ear  

Map my breath

Hey what’s good y’all

Just dropped my latest beat and I’m really feeling this one

Hope you enjoy the ride, let me know what you think in the comments!


Be Mine

You have to wonder
How we made it
This far down the road
How many people
Have been there
You know
The ones
The ones like gold
That have stood
Yeah, by our sides
And we didn’t have
A place to hide
When the going
Got rough
And things got tough
The ones that were there
The ones who cared
That helped us see
That helped us be
Who we are today
If you think about it
There is no way
We would be
Who we are
Without them
Being there
Being able to share
Life and its tragedies
As well as the good times
That shaped our souls
As well as our minds
We’re all made
From what came behind
©2025 wr heustis

Being There

Soul Ties

Je t’ai donné mon cœur

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.

Map my breath

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