Zaieunspoken

Sarasota

the sound of a soul clawing its way out. Born from trauma, shaped by silence, and stitched together through art, I makes music for the ones who’ve tasted the edge. My voice echoes with body dysmorphia, queer rage, addiction, and the ache of being unseen. Each track is a wound reopened, a truth unraveled. I dont sing to be heard—he sings to survive. This isn’t for the mainstream. It’s for the misfits who never felt real until the music hit.