Watch Slim Khezri's IN THE HOUSE OF HER SHADOW music video!

The new video for “IN THE HOUSE OF HER SHADOW” is out now! Part 1 of a trilogy, created by Award-winning artist Slim Khezri, the video sees Khezri delve into his dark side and obsession with "Her". “IN THE HOUSE OF HER SHADOW” is a haunting descent into memory and loss, where whispers linger in empty rooms, and the past refuses to let go. Spoken word meets cinematic darkness in a tale of love, guilt, and the shadows that follow us.

“IN THE HOUSE OF HER SHADOW” was conceived, written, produced, and performed by Slim Khezri, with co-production by Stewart C. and Kevin Neale. Art direction by Slim Khezri.

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LYRICS by Slim Khezri:

I came back here for closure, or so I said,

but the air remembers the words we bled.

Her scent still hangs — faint, bittersweet,

like wilted roses beneath my feet.

The floorboards sigh beneath my tread,

they hum the songs of the newly dead.

The walls inhale, then softly weep,

for secrets that the shadows keep.

She never left — not really gone,

just faded thin as the breaking dawn.

She seeps through cracks, through paint and bone,

and murmurs, “You’re never alone.”

I thought it was guilt that stalked my rest,

but guilt won’t breathe against your chest.

Guilt won’t hum from the empty room,

or whisper, “Soon,” in the quiet gloom.

She wants me to remember still —

the promise made, the final will.

Her voice, a pulse behind my eyes,

a gentle curse that never dies.

In the House of Her Shadow

In the House of Her Shadow

Now when I speak, she shapes the sound,

her echo curled in every round.

She lives between each drawn-out breath,

and names me hers — in life, in death.

She waits for me when nights grow thin,

her shadow calls me back within.

The house still breathes. The silence grows.

And what she wants… only she knows.

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