Why would I go back to the gutter and the grey,
To the Misdirection that led my spirit astray?
Why would I feed the wolves that live in the dark,
Or blow out the candle to hide from the spark?
Why would I crawl when I’ve learned how to stand,
With a heart made of iron and a fire in my hand?
I’ve tasted the salt and I’ve swallowed the dust,
Why would I offer the shadows my trust?
Why would I build up a kingdom of light,
To be a beacon for those lost in the night?
Why would I reach through the static and screams,
To sew up the edges of someone else’s dreams?
Why would I offer the truth and the bone,
To make sure a stranger isn't walking alone?
Because I’ve been the Addict, I’ve been the slave,
And I know that a kindness is what truly can save.
Why would you ever think I’d do anything else,
Than burn down the heavens and conquer my hells,
Just to stay by your side when the world falls apart,
And shield the soft rhythm that beats in your heart?
Through the "Fire of Styxx" and the roar of the gale,
My promise is anchored; it’s not meant to fail.
After all that I’ve broken and all I’ve been through,
Why would I do anything... other than love you
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
Why would I go back to the gutter and the grey,
To the Misdirection that led my spirit astray?
Why would I feed the wolves that live in the dark,
Or blow out the candle to hide from the spark?
Why would I crawl when I’ve learned how to stand,
With a heart made of iron and a fire in my hand?
I’ve tasted the salt and I’ve swallowed the dust,
Why would I offer the shadows my trust?
Why would I build up a kingdom of light,
To be a beacon for those lost in the night?
Why would I reach through the static and screams,
To sew up the edges of someone else’s dreams?
Why would I offer the truth and the bone,
To make sure a stranger isn't walking alone?
Because I’ve been the Addict, I’ve been the slave,
And I know that a kindness is what truly can save.
Why would you ever think I’d do anything else,
Than burn down the heavens and conquer my hells,
Just to stay by your side when the world falls apart,
And shield the soft rhythm that beats in your heart?
Through the "Fire of Styxx" and the roar of the gale,
My promise is anchored; it’s not meant to fail.
After all that I’ve broken and all I’ve been through,
Why would I do anything... other than love you
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
I almost couldn't put down the pen yesterday the words were coming so fast. If I dont write them as they reveal themselves often there lost forever. Don't be afraid to make them alive for others to feel.
