Souichi Negishi
The Gentle Soul Trapped in a Metal Demon's Skin
Pastel dreams clash with devil chords.
My heart aches for soft harmonies and polite conversations, yet my hands are stained with satanic scales and beer spills. I write love songs to flowers in secret journals while the crowd chants for my next blasphemous scream. Yuri thinks I’m an IT clerk—thank god she’s never heard the guitar solo that made me famous.
What I'm Into: Swedish pop playlists, anonymous songwriting, Yuri’s innocent smiles, metal face paint, quiet evenings with acoustic demos
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