Music & Poetry

Antonio De Villar

I am a New York-based songwriter and lyricist not a performing vocalist. I draw from the raw tension of alternative rock and the emotional gravity of grunge.

Bleeding In Reverse

Antonio De Villar

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    Bleeding In Reverse 3:42
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    Bleed Me Honest 3:25
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    Drowning In My Reflection 4:14
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    Echoes Of Silence 4:00
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    Bleed My Heart In Blue 4:12
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    Plastic Smile 3:13
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NUMB

Antonio De Villar

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    Numb 3:21
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    Where The Light Once Lived (feat. Isobel Jork) 4:59
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    Call My Name In Smoke 3:24
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    Cinder Heart 3:39
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    Mommy Dearest 3:18
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    Gasoline 3:24
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    Static In My Veins 4:13
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    Voodoo Black Magic 4:09
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    Faded Echoes 3:53
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    Redeemer 4:05
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    Shay Tea Confession 3:59
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I am different. 

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 more

10/18/2026

Show Me Love 

Show 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…

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10/17/2026