I Don’t Perform. I Burn.

Lyrics, mirrors, rituals—and a body that speaks for itself.

I’m Loui. This site is my altar.
It’s under reconstruction. Pages are shifting. Bones are showing.
If you want the real work, it’s here. Just raw, mid-flame.

Lyrics I Lived First.

I write songs that remember. The ache. The silence. The part that braced. The part that waited. The scream no one translated.
Every lyric came from the nervous system. From my mirror. From the bones that broke to make space for breath.
I write because I couldn’t stay quiet. I make rituals because my body asked for them.

My mirror work isn’t aesthetic.
It’s how I came home to my face after years of flinching.
It’s how I forgave the child in my reflection.
It’s how I finally said I love you—and meant it.

Rage rituals saved me.
From my collapse. From chronic pain.
From the tight-lipped martyr I became just to feel loved.

Now I film them. Post them. Share the fire.
Because someone else is still swallowing their tantrum—and might need a mirror.

I post on TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook.
Mirror videos. Tantrums. Softness. Lyrics.
Nothing polished. Just the real work, in real time.

This website is my altar.
I’m gutting it slowly. Rebuilding with what’s true now.
The homepage is music. Because it always was.

Every other link?
Just bones I left behind for those crawling back to their own body.

🎥 Want to Watch Me Burn Alive (Lovingly)?
Follow @LouiCrow for videos of mirror work, rituals, and sacred tantrums.

🖤 I don’t sing the songs—I write the lyrics.
I use Suno AI to turn them into sound.
It’s sorcery for songwriters. And I recommend it to anyone who’s ever wanted to hear their own words come alive.