NUMB was more than just an album to me. It was a deeply emotional journey through some of the darkest moments of my life. Every song became a way to lay bare my feelings, confront my pain, and release emotions I had buried for so long. Creating this album gave me a sense of deliverance from my darkest place. It wasn't just about expressing the darkness—it was about finding my way through it, one song at a time.
Antonio,
Blue Sea
Candy kiss,
desire burning bright
Warm skin,
heat that seeps right through me.
Did I stay too long?
Or was it something I said?
Did she whisper lies to you?
Young love at its best:
boy fights, girl lies
Sweet and sour,
like candy talk
melting on the tongue.
Do I dare?
Dare to care for anyone but me?
Could it be
someone there?
Someone there to care?
Could it be true,
that someone waits out there for me?
Why? What? How?
So many questions,
leaving me high and dry.
What spell is this you’ve woven around me
consuming my heart,
ravaging my mind?
Spirit of Wisdom,
you know my thoughts and desires,
both light and shadow.
Enlighten me,
show me how to be whole again.
I think to myself
of all that was,
all that is,
and all that will be.
I am only me
no more, no less,
no second-guessing.
No… not…
I am different.
I am me restless, electric. Once blind to shadows lurking in your eyes. My past bleeds in echoes. Each downward glance finds scars. I lie sprawled in a crimson pool, tears streaming blood, my heartbeat sobbing for a shattered heart. Blackness. Blackness. Black and blue. Fists of memory pound me numb. Demons rise, whispering venom in the dark. Emotions spiral, clashing anger, hurt, joy, despair, love forever swirling, pulling me under, a contradiction drowning in its own depths. I was a prisoner, locked… Read moreShow Me Love
Written by Antonio De Villar
This was not the kind of accident
that leaves broken glass on the pavement.
It happened quietly
a slow collapse beneath our feet,
a house surrendering one beam at a time
while we called it home.
Tell me you have never felt fragile,
never carried your heart
like a cracked photograph
hidden between the pages of a book.
Tell me faith has never trembled
in your hands.
I stand before the ghosts of yesterday,
staring at the shape of what remains.
Your face survives in fading colors,
a…