Inside a bottle, lives half of myself. Looking through the murky shadows of nothing left.
Longing for reconciliation with the half not pickled but free. The two are inseparable, yet are completely different, insanity.
Repeating over and over the dance of death. One in love with no one, the other only self.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE"
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
Inside a bottle, lives half of myself. Looking through the murky shadows of nothing left.
Longing for reconciliation with the half not pickled but free. The two are inseparable, yet are completely different, insanity.
Repeating over and over the dance of death. One in love with no one, the other only self.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE"
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