Forget the stars.....they are distant and cold,
Mere sparks in a story already told.
I seek the fire that breathes in your chest,
The rhythm that puts all my demons to rest.
I don’t want the flowers that wither by June,
Or a fleeting dance by a paper moon.
I want the wreckage, the wild, and the true,
The beautiful chaos of waking to you.
I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t follow the crowd,
I’m the fire your momma warned you about.
We live this moment, heavy and profound,
Where the only law is the heat we have found.
I want to taste the fever that lives on your skin,
To find where the saint ends and we both begin.
I’ll trace every shadow, the curve and the bone,
Making a claim on what’s mine alone.
The air in the room turns heavy and thick,
A slow-burning fuse, the flame on the wick.
No more talking......just breath and the weight,
Of a hunger that’s grown too jagged and great.
Consumed by the fire and the searing heat,
Ecstasy begins , it's what our bodies seek.
The crashing of souls where the jagged lines meet,
In the temple of raw and unholy desire.
I am the flood and I am the flame,
Writing my legend with my tongue in the arch of your back, as you say thats it! My Styxx, is on fire.
Forget every prayer, forget every name,
There is only the light and the beautiful crack......!
Of a world being broken, of a spirit set free,
As you drown in the river that’s burning in me.
No mercy, no limits, no looking behind,
Just the king of the dark and the prize he will find.
On this Valentine's night, let the judgment expire,
Lost in the wreckage of,
"The Styxx On Fire."
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
BE MY VALENTINE?!?
1/14/2026
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:37 PM UTC
Forget the stars.....they are distant and cold,
Mere sparks in a story already told.
I seek the fire that breathes in your chest,
The rhythm that puts all my demons to rest.
I don’t want the flowers that wither by June,
Or a fleeting dance by a paper moon.
I want the wreckage, the wild, and the true,
The beautiful chaos of waking to you.
I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t follow the crowd,
I’m the fire your momma warned you about.
We live this moment, heavy and profound,
Where the only law is the heat we have found.
I want to taste the fever that lives on your skin,
To find where the saint ends and we both begin.
I’ll trace every shadow, the curve and the bone,
Making a claim on what’s mine alone.
The air in the room turns heavy and thick,
A slow-burning fuse, the flame on the wick.
No more talking......just breath and the weight,
Of a hunger that’s grown too jagged and great.
Consumed by the fire and the searing heat,
Ecstasy begins , it's what our bodies seek.
The crashing of souls where the jagged lines meet,
In the temple of raw and unholy desire.
I am the flood and I am the flame,
Writing my legend with my tongue in the arch of your back, as you say thats it! My Styxx, is on fire.
Forget every prayer, forget every name,
There is only the light and the beautiful crack......!
Of a world being broken, of a spirit set free,
As you drown in the river that’s burning in me.
No mercy, no limits, no looking behind,
Just the king of the dark and the prize he will find.
On this Valentine's night, let the judgment expire,
Lost in the wreckage of,
"The Styxx On Fire."
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
BE MY VALENTINE?!?
1/14/2026
